AND let me the canakin clink, clink; And let me the canakin clink: A soldier's a man; A life's but a span; Why, then, let a soldier drink. Tell me where is fancy bred. TELL me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes; In the cradle where it lies. Chorus.-Ding-dong, bell. |