The Careless Drunkards.
Let Mault bear what price it will,
to us all one 'twill be,
We are resolv'd our Gu[?]s to swill,
and live most Merrily.
To the Tune of, The fair one let me in: Or, Jenny Gin, etc.
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COme let us merry be, brave boys,
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let times go how they will,
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We'l sing and roar, and make a noise,
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we'l tipple and we'l swill:
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In merry Songs we take delight,
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and Musick for to hear,
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We'l drink all day, and sing all night,
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though Mault be ne'r so dear.
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The Miser that doth hoard his Coin,
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and dotes upon his Pelf,
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His life's a plague to thine and mine,
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and he's a silly Elf
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That won't allow himself good things,
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his Misers heart to chear,
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We'l drink and live like petty Kings,
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Though Mault, etc.
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For Coin will in the Coffer rust,
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if long you let it lye,
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The rich and poor must turn to dust,
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for certain so must I:
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Therefore i'le take but little care,
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whilst I do sojourn here,
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My Coin in drink I will not spare,
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Though Mau't, etc.
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Then prethee Tapster nimble be,
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and wait upon your Guess,
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When brains once Elevated be,
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the Tongue the joys express:
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There's nothing then the heart can daunt
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nor dread the Soul with fear,
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Then let us not the Liquor want,
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Though Mault, etc.
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We that are the Carrousing Boys,
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and troule the Bowl about,
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The comfort of the world enjoys,
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which others go without:
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Our selves we surfeit in delight,
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it plainly doth appear,
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We'l drink till we can't stand upright,
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Though Mault, etc.
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Give me the Boy that bravely chants,
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and sings a merry Song,
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No comfort in his heart he wants,
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to him all joys belong:
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His company doth give content
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to all that sit him near,
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He'l merry be till all is spent,
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Though Mault, etc.
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When that is gone, he'l work for more,
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that's all that he doth mind,
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He'l sing and laugh, and ne'r give o're,
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can he Companions find?
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Perhaps he'l work a little hard,
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when Hollidays draw near
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From drinking he'l not be debar'd,
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Though Mault, etc.
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This is the life we mean to lead,
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whilst here we do remain,
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Our Carcasses we'l richly feed,
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'twill nourish heart and brain:
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Sometimes we drink rich Spanish Wine
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and sometimes Ale and Beer,
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We'l surely make our Noses shine,
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though Mault be ne'r so dear.
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Drink is the thing supports our lives,
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and fills our hearts with ease,
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This makes us kind unto our Wives,
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while them we strive to please:
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It makes good blood run in our veins,
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and banishes all fear;
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It puts good reason into brains,
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When Mault, etc.
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This spoils the Doctors trade likewise,
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by which they get such Wealth,
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Most strangely this preserves the eyes,
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as it maintains the Health:
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A Lord that hath good store of Coin,
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at death is ne'r the near,
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Then let us not at all repine,
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though Mault be ne'r so dear.
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