Part 1 — POINT VIII.
Reading edition · Edition 2
AIR.
Tune—jolly mortals, fill your glasses.
I.
See! the smoking bowl before us, Mark our jovial, ragged ring! Round and round take up the chorus, And in raptures let us sing— A fig for those by law protected, Liberty's a glorious feast! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest.
II.
What is title, what is treasure, What is reputation's care? If we lead a life of pleasure, 'Tis no matter how or where. A fig, &c.
III.
With the ready trick and fable, Round we wander all the day; And at night, in barn or stable, Hug our doxies on the hay. A fig, &c.
IV.
Does the train-attended carriage Thro' the country lighter rove? Does the sober bed of marriage Witness brighter scenes of love? A fig, &c.
V.
Life is all a variorum, We regard not how it goes; Let them cant about decorum Who have character to lose. A fig, &c.
VI.
Here's to budgets, bags, and wallets! Here's to all the wandering train! Here's our ragged brats and callets! One and all cry out, Amen! A fig for those by law protected, Liberty's a glorious feast! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest.
