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 Then fill up the glasses, dear boys,

and make the best use of your time;

For belive me, there’s nothing surpasses,

the joys of dear women and wine,

Since life i* at belt but a spin,

It's as good to be merry as not,

We’ll happily live while we can.

for sorrow brings nothing but thought.

We’ll rattle away with the lasses,

and crack a gay flask with our friends,

So thus our time merrily passes,

in taking the world as God sends.

Hang money! it’s nothing but trash,

we’ll be merry, though never so poor.

When we have it, we cut a great dash,

when it’s gone, we ne'er think of it more.

So let me be wealthy or not,

my spirits are alway the same,

Quite free of ev’ry dull thought,

and happy Dick Dawson’s my name.

My Willie was a Sailor bold.

He lov’d no other lass but me:

To earn for Ann a store of gold.

My constant Willie went to sea;