Catches, canons and drinking songs
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Full bags, a brisk bottle, and a beautiful face,
are the three greatest blessings poor mortals embrace,
but alas we grow muckworms if bags do but fill,
and a bonny gay dame often ends in a pill,
then hey for brisk claret, whose pleasures ne’er waste,
by a bumper we’re rich, and by two we are chaste.