English poem
THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 47
by Anonymous
Leave off this idle prating, Talk no more of whig and tory; But fill your glass, Round let it pass, The bottle stands before ye.
Fill it up to the top, Let this night with mirth be crown'd, Drink about, See it out, Love and friendship still go round.
We gain both life and pleasure By love and hearty drinking: While statesmen plod, And wink and nod, To kill themselves with thinking. Fill it, &c.
If any are so zealous, To be a party's minion, Let them drink like me, They'll soon agree, And be of one opinion. Fill it, &c.
If claret be a blessing, This night devote to pleasure, Let state affairs, And worldly cares, Attend us more at leisure. Fill it, &c.