Catches, canons and drinking songs

to your rude health,

Text: Come let us drink, ’tis is vain to think‥


Come let us drink,
’tis is vain to think
like fools on grief or sadness,
let our money fly,
and our sorrows die,
all worldly care is madness,
but wine and good cheer
will, in spite of our fear,
inspire our hearts with mirth, boys,
the time we live,
to wine let us give,
since all must turn to earth, boys,
hand about the bowl,
the delight of my soul,
and to my hand commend it,
a fig for chink,
’twas made to buy drink,
and before we go hence we’ll spend it.

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