Dibdin's Museum, &c, SONG

When seated with Sall, all my mesmates around, Fal, de ral, de ral, de ri do! The glasses shall gingle, the joke shall go round; With a bumper then here's to you boy. Come lass a buss, my cargoe's joy, Here Tom be merry drink about, If the sea was grog we'd see it out, For we're met here to be jolly, jolly, boy, For we're met here to be jolly.

strick, strike up the fiddles; girls gi's your hand; Fal, de ral, &c. Take partners, odzooks—ne'er shilleshally stand; Lead up, cast down, and hands across, Now lads another noggin toss— Here's to the girl that I love most, Join messmates in my fav'rite toast; (Here's Sall)—for we're met here, &c.

In glee, gay and merriment the moments fly, Fal, de ral, &c. While Bacchus's bumpers brighten friendship's eye, Oh damme, old one, tip's your hand, Wili's service ever pray command; 'Tis pastime pleasure joy delight, Another glass and then good night; (Wives and sweethearts)—for we're met here to be jolly, jolly boy! For we're met here to be jolly.