English poem
The American Songster, Song
by Anonymous
Jolly mortals, fill your glasses, Noble deeds are done by wine; Scorn the nymph and all her graces, Who'd for love or beauty pine?
Look within the bowl that's flowing, And a thousand charms you'll find, More than Phillis has, tho' going In the moment to be kind.
Alexander hated thinking, Drank about at council board: He subdu'd the world by drinking More than by his conqu'ring sword.