Bacchanalian Songs, SONG

A SUP of good whiskey will make you glad, Too much of the creature will make you mad, If you take in reason it will make you wise, If you drink to excess it will close up your eyes. Yet father and mother, And sister and brother, They all taste a sup in their turn.

Some preachers will tell you to drink is bad, I think so too if there's none to be had: The swadler will bid you to drink none at all, But while I can get it a fig for them all. Both laymen and brother, In spite of this pother, Will all take a sup in their turn.

Some doctors will tell ye 'twill hurt my health, And justice will say 'twill reduce your wealth, Physicians and lawyers will all agree, When your money is all gone, you can get no see. Yet surgeon or doctor, And lawyer and proctor, Will all take a sup in their turn.

If a soldier is drunk on his duty found He soon to the three legg'd horse is bound, In the face of the regiment obliged to strip, A naggin will soften the drummer's whip. For serjeant and drummer, And likewise his honor, Will all take a sup in their turn.

The Turks who arrived from the ports sublime, They told us that drinking was held a great crime, Yet after their dinner away they slunk, And tippled their wine, till they got quite drunk. The Sultan and Crommet, And even Mahomet, They all take a sup in their turn.

The Quakers will bid you from drink abstain, By yea and by nay, 'tis a fault in the vain, Yet some of the broadbrims will get to the stuff, And tipple away till they've tippl'd enough, For stiff rump or steady, And Solomon's lady, Will all take a sup in their turn.

The Germans will say they can drink the most, The French and Itahans will also boast, Hibernia's the country, for all their noise, For generous drinking and hearty boys, There each jovial fellow, Will drink till he's mellow, And take off his glass in his turn.