COme all you brave hearts of Gold,
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Let's learn to be merry and wise
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For it is a true saying of old,
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Suspicion is doubtless disguis'd:
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Whatever we say or do,
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Let's not drink to disturb our brain;
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But laugh for an hour or two,
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And never be Drunk again.
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For a cup of strong bear it is good,
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To drive the cold Winter away,
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'Twill nourish and cherish our blood;
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When our spirits begin to decay:
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But he that takes too much,
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Of his head he will complain;
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Then let us have a gentle touch,
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But never be drunk again.
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Strong Bear it is made for Man,
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But Man was not made for it,
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Let's drink and be merry as we can,
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But not drink away our wit:
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Then Drawer come fill us a quart,
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And let it be Claret in grain.
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We'll Laugh and we'll meerly sport
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And never be Drunk again.
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For enough is as good as a Feast,
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If a Man could have but the Power,
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A Drunkard is worse than a Beast,
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That lies tumbling on the floor.
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If a Man could his time recall,
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In an Ale-House he spends in vain,
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We'll learn to be merry Boys all,
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And never be Drunk again.
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Good Liquor will yield us delight,
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And cure us of trouble and care,
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And when my dear Friends I invite,
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No charges or cost will I spare,
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But brew still the best of good Malt,
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Which we can for Silver obtain:
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To tipple I count it no fault,
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If we are not drunk again.
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