Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Item: Prithee foolish boy, give o’er, cease thy bosom...
Song: Prithee foolish boy, give o’er, cease thy bosom...
Prithee foolish Boy give o'er, Cease thy Bosom to torment, Prithee sigh and whine, no more, come with me and taste content, Love's a Foe of thine, and mine, Let us drown the God in Wine.
Leave the silly gaudy Train, and believe me when I say, All the Joys they give in vain, Leave them then, and come away, Love's a Foe of thine, and mine, Let us drown the God in Wine.
Leave their beauteous Face, and Eyes, Charms too lovely to behold, Let us seek to Crown our Joys, where the best Champain is sold, Love's a Foe of thine, and mine, Let us drown the God in Wine.
