English poem
Leave off your foolish Prating
by Anonymous
Leave off your foolish prating, Talk no more of Whig and Tory, But drink your glass, round let it pass, The bottle stanks before ye.
Fill it up to the top, Let the night with mirth be crown'd; Drink about, see it out, Love and friendship still go round.
If claret be a blessing, This night devote to pleasure: Let wordly cares, and state affairs, Be thought on at more leisure.
Chorus—Fill it up to the top, &c.
If any is so zealous To be a party minion, Let him drink like me, we'll soon agree, And be of one opinion.
Fill your glass, name your lass, See her health go swiftly round; Drink about, see it out, Let the night with mirth be crown'd.