Anonymous British

A Drinking Song

Fill the cup, the bowl, the glass, With wine and spirits high, And we will drink, while round they pass, To -- Vice and Misery! Push quickly round the draught again And drink the goblet low: And drink in revelry's swelling strain, To -- Reason's overthrow. Push round, push round, in quickest time, The lowest drop be spent, In one loud round, to -- Guilt and Crime And Crime's just punishment! Fill fill again! -- fill to the brim; To -- Loss of honest fame! Quaff -- deeper quaff -- while now we drink Our Wives' and Children's shame! Push round, and round, with loudest cheers Of mirth and revelry-- We drink to -- Woman's sighs and tears, And -- Children's poverty. Once more! while power shall yet remain, E'en with its latest breath, Drink! -- To Ourselves Disease and Pain, And Infamy and Death!