The drinking song

Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow,

You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow.

Best, while you have it, use your breath;

There is no drinking after death.

Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit;

There is no cure 'gainst age but it.

It helps the headache, cough, and tisic,

And is for all diseases physic.

Then let us swill, boys, for our health;

Who drinks well, loves the commonwealth.

And he that will to bed go sober,

Falls with the leaf still in October.