The Hearty Fellow

Come, let us be jovial and hearty, As hearty as hearty can be, No trouble or care shall perplex us; From sorrow we always are free. Give me the gay fellow in life, Who never of dull thoughts had one; Who'd rather kiss any man's wife, By one half than he'd kiss his own.

Then come my brave boys fill your glasses, And merrily pass away time; For believe me there's nothing surpasses The joys of women and wine.

Since life is at best but a span, 'Tis as well to be merry as not, We'll happily live while we can, For sorrow brings nothing but thought; We'll rattle away with the lasses, And crack a gay flask with our friends; So thus our time merrily passes, In taking the world, as God sends.

Then come my brave boys, &c.

Damn money 'tis nothing but trash, I'll be happy though never so poor; When I have it I'll cut a great dash; When it's gone I'll ne'er think of it more; Then let me be wealthy or not, My spirits are always the same: Quite free of ev'ry dull thought; And hearty DICK DAWSON's my name.

Then come my brave boys, &c.