Catches, canons and drinking songs
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 are 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 Champagne is sold,
love’s a foe of thine and mine,
let us drown the God in wine.