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Let's drink, my friends, while here we live:

The fleeting moments, as they pass,

This silent admonition give-

To improve our time, and push the glass.

When once we've entered Charon's boat,

Farewell to drinking, joys divine!

There's not a drop to wet our throat,

The grave's a cellar void of wine.

Then farewell my donkey Neddy.

Scales and panniers all good bye!

Never more you'll hear old Teddy,

Through the Streets 'Salt cod, O!' cry.

Now with tears of grief and sorrow,

A cross the herring pond I go;

Is there no friend I can borrow,

Blunt to pay the debts I owe

P'rhaps when I've cut my lucky,

Folks of me will turn their head,

Give my love to Poll my ducky.

Bid her think on her poor Ted.