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Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale,
And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid.
Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale,
And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid.
Here
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit:
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Here
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit:
Alas!
They pass
Unheeded by:
And as they fly,
I,
Being dry,
Sit, idly sipping here
My beer.
And I wish his soul in heaven may dwell,
Who first invented this leathern bottel!
And I wish his soul in heaven may dwell,
Who first invented this leathern bottel!
The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober.
The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober.
Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
Nothing in Nature's sober found,
But an eternal Health goes round.
Fill up the Bowl then, fill read more
Nothing in Nature's sober found,
But an eternal Health goes round.
Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high--
Fill all the Glasses there; for why
Should every Creature Drink but I?
Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
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Inspiring bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?
He was all for love and a little for the bottle.
Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?
He was all for love and a little for the bottle.
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
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Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.