Curs'd be the wretch that's bought and sold, and barters liberty for gold.
For when election is not free, in vain we boast of liberty.
And he who sells his single right, would sell his country if he might.
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Lied • Curs'd be the wretch
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This maxim in the stateman's school is always tought: 'Divide and rule'.
All parties are to him a joke, while Zealots foam, he fits the joke.
When men their reason once resume, it is the stateman's turn to fume.
All parties are to him a joke, while Zealots foam, he fits the joke.
When men their reason once resume, it is the stateman's turn to fume.
Lied • Fie nay prithee, John!
Chiding catch
Fie nay prithee, John!
Do not quarrel, man!
Let’s be merry and drink a bout!
You’re a rogue, you cheated me!
I’ll prove before this company.
I caren’t a farthing, sir,
for all you are so stout!
Sir, you lie, I scorn your word!
Or any man that wears a sword,
for all your huff, who cares a fig?
Or who cares for you?
Fie nay prithee, John!
Do not quarrel, man!
Let’s be merry and drink a bout!
You’re a rogue, you cheated me!
I’ll prove before this company.
I caren’t a farthing, sir,
for all you are so stout!
Sir, you lie, I scorn your word!
Or any man that wears a sword,
for all your huff, who cares a fig?
Or who cares for you?
Lied • He that drinks is immortal
He that drinks is immortal and can never decay
He that drinks is immortal and can ne’er decay.
For wine still supplys can he be dust,
how can he be dust that moistens his clay?
He that drinks is immortal and can ne’er decay.
For wine still supplys can he be dust,
how can he be dust that moistens his clay?
Lied • Of all the instruments
Of all the instruments that are none, with the viol can compare.
Mark how the strings their order keep with a whet.
But above all still abounds, with a zingle zing and a zit zan zounds.
Mark how the strings their order keep with a whet.
But above all still abounds, with a zingle zing and a zit zan zounds.
Lied • Once in our lives
Once in our lives, let us drink to our wives, though their number be but small.
Heaven take the best, and the devil take the rest, and so we shall get rid of them all!
To this hearty wish let each man take his dish, and drink, drink, till he fall!
Heaven take the best, and the devil take the rest, and so we shall get rid of them all!
To this hearty wish let each man take his dish, and drink, drink, till he fall!
Lied • Pale faces, stand by
Pale faces, stand by and our bright ones adore.
We look like our wine, you worse than our score.
Come, light up your pimples, all art we outshine.
When the rosy God paints, each streak is divine.
Clean glasses are pencils, old claret is oil.
He that sits for his picture must sit a good while.
We look like our wine, you worse than our score.
Come, light up your pimples, all art we outshine.
When the rosy God paints, each streak is divine.
Clean glasses are pencils, old claret is oil.
He that sits for his picture must sit a good while.
Lied • Room for th'express
Room, room, room, room, room for th’express, at length here it comes;
Limerick’s our own, Lim’rick’s our own, be it known to all grums.
Hark! Hark! Hark! The guns of the towering, ring it in peals.
We’ll drink round the bonfires.
Huzza, huzza to the bells, to our conquering army loud prais, let’s sing:
"And now monsieur Frenchman have at you next spring."
Limerick’s our own, Lim’rick’s our own, be it known to all grums.
Hark! Hark! Hark! The guns of the towering, ring it in peals.
We’ll drink round the bonfires.
Huzza, huzza to the bells, to our conquering army loud prais, let’s sing:
"And now monsieur Frenchman have at you next spring."
Lied • Sweet Sir Walter
Sir Walter enjoying his damsel one night;
he tick’ld and pleas’d her to so great a height,
that she could not contain t’wards the end of the matter,
but in rapture cry’d out: "Oh, sweet Sir Walter! Oh, sweet Sir Walter!
Oh, sweet Sir Walter! Oh, sweet Sir, sweet Sir Walter! Oh,
swit-ter swat-ter swit-ter swat-ter swit-ter swat-ter swit-ter swat-ter swit-ter swat-ter
he tick’ld and pleas’d her to so great a height,
that she could not contain t’wards the end of the matter,
but in rapture cry’d out: "Oh, sweet Sir Walter! Oh, sweet Sir Walter!
Oh, sweet Sir Walter! Oh, sweet Sir, sweet Sir Walter! Oh,
swit-ter swat-ter swit-ter swat-ter swit-ter swat-ter swit-ter swat-ter swit-ter swat-ter
Lied • When V and I together meet
When V and I together meet,
we make up six in house or street;
yet I and V may meet once more,
and then we two can make but four.
But when that V from I am gone, alas,
poor I can make but one.
we make up six in house or street;
yet I and V may meet once more,
and then we two can make but four.
But when that V from I am gone, alas,
poor I can make but one.
