The American Songster, Song

He that will not merry merry be With a gen'rous bowl and a toast, May he in Bridwell be shut up, And fast bound to a post.

Let him be merry, merry there, And we'll be merry, here: For who can know where we shall go To be merry another year? Let him be merry, &c.

He that will not merry, merry be, And take his glass in course, May he be oblig'd to drink small beer, With ne'er a penny in his purse, Let him be merry, &c.

He that will not merry, merry be, With a comp'ny of jolly boys, May he be plagu'd with a scolding wife, To confound him with her noise. Let him be merry, &c.

He that will not merry, merry be With his mistress in his bed, Let him be bury'd in the church yard, And me put in his stead. Let him be merry, &c.