Catches, canons and drinking songs

to your rude health,

Text: ’Tis too late for a coach,‥


’Tis too late for a coach,
and too soon to reel home,
we have freedom to stagger
when the town is our own,
let’s whirl it away
and whip sixpences round,
till the drawers are foundered
and the hogshead does sound,
the glass stays with you, Tom,
save your tide, pull away,
one minute of midnight
is worth a whole day.

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