Volume 5 — A Song on the Punch Bowl. To the foregoing Tune.
Reading edition
THE Jolly, Jolly Bowl, That does quench my thirsty Soul; When all the mingling Juice is thrown, Perfum’d with fragrant Goar Stone: With it’s wanton Toast too, curling, Curling, curling, curling, curling the Nut-brown Riles, Which down, down, down, down by the Gills, Run through ruby Swallows purling.