Volume 5 — A SONG.
Reading edition
Set by Mr. Fishburn.
[Listen]
WEalth breeds Care, Love, Hope and Fear; What does Love our Business hear? While Bacchus merry does appear, Fight on and fear no sinking, Charge it briskly to the Brim, ’Till the flying Top-sails swim, We owe the great Discovery to him Of this new World of Drinking. Grave Cabals that States refine, Mingle their Debates with Wine; Ceres and the God o’th’ Wine; Makes every great Commander. Let sober Sots Small-beer subdue, The Wise and valiant Wine does woe; The Stagyrite had the honour to Be drunk with Alexander. Stand to your Arms, and now Advance A Health to the English King of France; On to the next a bon Speranze, By Bacchus and Apollo. Thus in State I lead the Van, Fall in your Place by your right-hand Man, Beat Drum! now March! Dub a dub, ran dan, He’s a Whig that will not follow.
