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 Hence dull care and melancholy,

wine and wit invites us now

Bacchus sends us all his treasure,

Comus sends us jest and song,

Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow pleasure,

let us join the jocund throng.

Youth soon flies, 'tis but a season,

time is ever on the wing;

Then let’s the present moment seize on,

none knows what the next may bring:

Thus let’s be joyous while time we measure,

other’s wisdom we despise,

Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, pleasure,

to be merry’s to be wise.

Why should then vain care perplex us?

why should we not merry be?

While we’re here, there’s nought to vex us,

drinking sets our cares all free

Then let’s have drinking without measure,

let’s have drink while time we have

Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, pleasure,

there’s no drinking in the grave,





Own in yon meadow fresh and gay,

Picking lilies the other day,

Picking lilies both red and blue,

I little thought what love could do.