Catches, canons and drinking songs

to your rude health,

Text: “Fie‥


“Fie, what mean you drunken elves to quarrel thus among yourselves and beat the candles out?
I prithee then be still, let each man take his fill and put the glass about,”
“Who, Sir, made you our adviser? Is it because you’re so much wiser that thus you interfere?”
“We’ve just got drunk Sir and that’s the reason, wine and blows are sure no treason,
we fight because we dare.”

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