Englands Triumph: Or,
The Subjects joy.
All you that troubled are with Melancholly,
The Spaniards have a Juyce will make you jolly:Good Wine, good Wine, I says the only thing,
That can for such distemper comfort bring:It comforts the heart, and quickens each vein,
If a man be half dead, it will fetch him again.
To a pleasant new Tune, Or, come let us drink all day and night.
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THe Kings most faithful Subjects we,
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indeed we are not dull.
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We drink to shew our Loyalty,
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and to fill his Coffers full:
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If all his Subjects drank like us,
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he would be richer far,
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More powerful and more prosperous
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then all the Eastern Monarchs are,
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then all the Eastern Monarchs are.
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Then let us drink all day and night,
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give each a lusty bowl,
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This is the ravishing Delight
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of every generous Soul:Whilst others lye and soak in bed,
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and Live but half their time,
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This Wine that lies within our head,
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shall still preserve us in our prime, etc.
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Instead of sleep wel spend the Night,
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in singing of the praise,
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Of Wine that makes the Souldier fight,
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and gives the Poet bays,
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That fills the veins with noble blood
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though we be ner so mean,
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Inspires whats either great or good,
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and turns rank Clowns to Gentlemen, etc.
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Let Soulders fight, and Parsons preach,
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and schollars break their brains,
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Fanaticks sweat and ball to teach,
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sedition for their gains,
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Whilst others they do wast and pine,
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we still are sound at heart,
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And if we have but spritely Wine,
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wel drin[k] and roar, and never part,
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wel drink and roar, and never part.
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LEt Merchants still for treasures run,
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and cross the burning Line,
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We have our Engins here at home,
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in every glass of Wine.
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Each Carbuncle upon my Nose,
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better then Jems doth shine,
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My cheeks are fresh like to a Rose,
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my heart is merry with brisk Wine,
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my heart is merry with brisk Wine.
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Let Doctors cure themselves of grief,
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and each Apothecary,
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We are sure to give our selves relief,
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by drinking of Canary,
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If melancholly disturbs the mind,
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and makes our hearts full sad,
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We know where we good Sack can find
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and that will make us brisk and glad,
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and that will make us brisk and glad.
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Our Wives the benefit will find
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when we come home at night,
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Good Wine does always make us kind,
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and give them their delight.
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Whilst that the sober sot is dull,
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in counting of his coyn,
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And filling of his Coffers full,
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our brains shall swim in Spanish Wine,
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our brains shall swim in Spanish Wine.
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If that a forraign Foe should strive,
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our Country to invade,One bowl of Sack would conquer five,
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drank by an English blade,
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It makes em fight couragiously,
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their country to defend,
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They never shrink nor fear to dye,
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but hold out stoutly to the end,
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but hold out stoutly to the end.
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If that Consumption should us waste,
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and make our bodies poor,
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Then every morning Sack we taste,
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which doth our health restore,
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Around, around, lets drink about,
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the first Glass shall be mine,
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Fill it up to th brim ile drink it out,
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and sit and sing the praise of Wine,
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and sit and sing the praise of Wine.
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Heres a health, heres a health to Englands King,
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whom God grant long to Raign,
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Our drinking shall him tribute bring,
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let sectaries complain.
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Wealth, honour, and renown attend
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his Royal Name always,
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His Joys I wish may ner have end,
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but gain his subjects love and praise,
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but gain his Subjects love and praise[.]
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