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letra de drinking song from the tomb - mischief brew

come hither, my lads, with your tankards of ale
and drink to the present before it shall fail;
pile each on your platters a mountain of beef
for ’tis eating and drinking that bring us relief:
so fill up your gl-ss, for life will soon p-ss;
when you’re dead ye’ll ne’er drink to your king or your l-ss!
anacreon had a red nose, so they say
but what’s a red nose if ye’re happy and g-y?
gad split me! i’d rather be red whilst i’m here
than white as a lily -and dead half a year!
so betty my miss, come give me a kiss;
in h-ll there’s no inkeeper’s daughter like this!
young harry, propp’d up just as straight as he’s able
will soon lose his wig and slip under the table
but fill up your goblets and p-ss ’em around-
better under the table than under the ground!
so revel and chaff as ye thirstily quaff:
under six feet of dirt ’tis less easy to laugh!
the fiend strike me blue! i’m scarce able to walk
and d-mn me if i can’t stand upright or talk!
here, landlord, bid betty to summon a chair;
i’ll try home for a while, for my wife is not there!
so lend me a hand i’m not able to stand
but i’m g-y whilst i linger on top of the land!
(i spiked his drink)

- mischief brew

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