One night he brought home pots of ale, They kiss'd and hugged-no spouse did rail, Tol de rol, &c. And when the rosy morn appeared, They went to work together, And laughed and joked till it came night, And, drunk as sows, they'd leave their cup, Tol de rol, &e. FRIEND AND PITCHER. THE wealthy fool, with gold in store, My charming girl, my friend and pitcher. With such, what mortal can be richer? With my sweet girl, my friend and pitcher From morning sun I'd never grieve, My friend so rare, &c. Though fortune ever shuns my door, With my sweet girl, my friend and pitcher. CROOS-KEEN LAWN. LET the farmer praise his grounds, As the huntsman does his hounds And the shepherd his sweet-scented lawn, While I more blest than they, Spend each happy night and day With my smiling little croos-keen lawn, lawn, lawn, Oh, my smiling little croos-keen lawn. Leante ruma croos-keen Sleante gar ma voor meh neen Argus gramachree ma cooleen ban, ban, ban, Argus gramachree ma cooleen ban. In court with manly grace, Should Sir Toby plead his case, And the merits of his cause make known Without his cheerful glass He'd be stupid as an ass, So he takes a little croos-keen lawn. Leante ruma, &c. Then fill your glasses high, Let's not part with lips so dry, Though the lark should proclaim it dawn; But if we can't remain, May we shortly meet again, To fill another croos-keen lawn. Leante ruma, &c. And when grim death appears, I'll say, begone you slave, Just to fill another croos-keen lawn. Leante ruma, &c. THEN GLASS AFTER GLASS LET US PURSUE. WINE, wine is alone the brisk fountain of mirth, Our laws are our own, not enforced by the crown. His worship, so grave, here may revel and roar; The chase of the bottle few accidents wait, Then glass after glass, my boys, let us pursue. THEN SLING THE FLOWING BOWL. COME, come, my jolly lads, The wind's abaft; Brisk gales our sails shall crowd:- The ship's unmoored, All hands on board; The rising gale Fills every sail; The ship's well manned and stored. While foaming billows roll. Though to the Spanish coast Our rights we'll there maintain; Old England once again. From shore to shore, Britannia rules the main. Then sling, &c. PALE FACES, STAND BY. PALE faces, stand by, And our bright ones adore, We look like our wine, You worse than our score. Come, light pu your pimples, Clean glasses are pencils, A GLASS OF GIN. am'rous bards in verse sublime, can get a glass of gin. Derry down, &c. matchless liquor! but for thee, o'd care for life a single pin; oubles, as by magic, flee m those who love a glass of gin. Derry down, &c. use, at home, in wordy war kes up the matrimonial din, ows I use; 'tis better far soothe her with a glass of gin. Derry down, &c. keen misfortune's piercing dart ails or stranger, friend or kin, uartern ho!" I'll cheer his heart giving him a glass of gin. Derry down, &c. but know his name aright no first to use the stuff brought in; orning, noon, and last at night, toast him in a glass of gin. ever, whilst my hand can lift e cordial nectar to my chin, I be driven to a shift get a bumper glass of gin. |