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 Never let a mistress pain you, Tho’ she meets you with a frown; Fly to wine, 'twill soon unchain you, Cheer thy heart, and all smart In a sweet oblivion drown.

If love's fiercer flames should seize you, To some gentle maid repair; She'll with soft endearments cafe you; On her breast lull'd to rest, Eas'd of love, and free from care.

Friendship, love, and wine united, From all ills defend the mind; By then guarded and delighted; Happy stare, smile at fare, And give sorrows to the wind.



tippling fouls, as ye pass by, Step in and taste, I know you're dry, And when you've done, don't take't amiss, To pawn your shirt for a jug of this.

Now gentlemen before you call, I can neither write on board nor wall, For the meaning of my song is this, I can't trust you a quart of this.

It's you that have got half a crown, Are kindly welcome to sit down, And if you have got your money flush, You may prime your nose o'er a jug of this.