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An Anthology Of 120 Drinking Song Lyrics

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A Tankard of Ale
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see,
His children as pleasant and happy as he,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel
But kiss him and give him both drink and apparel.
By Ben Jonson (1573-1637)
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be : But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me ; Since when, it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee !
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