SONG V. (While plots work revolutions)

While plots work revolutions, And revolutions plots; New model constitutions, Be mine the best of lots. A lass that's plump and rosy, Good-natur'd ever free, 'Tis all I ask, My girl, my flask The rest is trash to me.

And what more needs the soldier blade, Who when in battle join'd, May yield to death his fighting trade, What's wealth then left behind. Then give the girl that's rosy, Good-natur'd ever free, 'Tis all I ask, My girl, my flask, The rest is trash to me.

Let tyrants live in endless fear, Despis'd and cur'sd by all; For ever dream of dangers near, Of poison, fire, and ball. We heed not such who love the lass, Good-natur'd ever free, 'Tis such I ask, My girl, my flask, The rest is trash to me.