A glafs of rum-punch is good
To drive the cold winter away;
'Twill chear and enliven the blood
Moft when a man's fpirits decay ::
But he that drinks too much,
Of his head will foon complain;
So we'll have a gentle touch,
And never get drunk again :

For much drink, &c.

Good liquor was made for man,
But man was not made for it ;
Let's drink as long as we can,
While we drink not away our wit :
Good fellowship's often abus'd
When liquor affects the brain,
But we'll have it far better us'd;
For we'll never get drunk again.:

For much drink, &c.

When with good fellows we meet,
A bowl among three or four
Will make us and on our feet;

While fots lie drunk on the floor:
Then landlord come fill us a bowl,
And let it be liquor that's fine;
'Twill chear and enliven the foul,
And we'll never get drunk again.

For much drink, &c.

Let's drink to our noble KING,

And to the QUEEN of his heart; To their praise let's drink and fing, And be merry before we part: Let's drink to our Admiral,

And all our brave Tars on the main; To our Soldiers and Officers all ;

But let's never get drunk again.

Enough's as good as a feaft,

For much drink, &c.

If men did but measure know;
But a fot is worse than a beast,

For he'll drink 'till he cannot go :
Since we cannot paftime recal
In a tavern that's fpent in vain,

Let's learn to be fober all,

And never get drunk again..

For much drink, &c.

SONG 134,

THE MAID IN BEDLAM

Tune, GRAMACHREE.

ONE morning, very early, one morning in the

Spring,

I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did fing; Her chain fhe rattled in her hand, while fweetly

I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

Oh! cruel were his parents, who fent my love to fea; And cruel cruel was the ship that bore my love from me;

Yet I love his parents, fince they're his, altho' they've ruin'd me,

And I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

O! should it please the pitying Pow'rs to call me to the skies,

I'd claim a guardian angel's charge around my love to fly,

To guard him from all dangers, how happy should I be!

For I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

I'll make a ftrawy garland, I'll make it wondrous. fine,

With rofes, lilies, daifies, I'll mix the eglantine; And I'll prefent it to my love, when he returns from fea,

For I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

O! if I were a little bird, to build upon his breaft; Or if I were a nightingale, to fing my love to reft; To gaze upon his lovely eyes, all my reward fhould be; For I love my love, becaufe I know my love loves me.

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Oh! if I were an eagle, to foar into the sky, I'd gaze around with piercing eyes where I my love might spy;

But ah! unhappy maiden! that love you ne'er fhall fee,

Yet I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

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“་་མ་ ་་་་་་་་་་་་

SONG 135.

THE HONEST FELLOW. Set by Dr ARNE. PHO! Pox o' this nonfenfe, I prithee give o'er, And talk of your Phillis and Chloe no more; Their face, and their air, and their mein, what a

rout!

Here's to thee, my lad, push the bottle about;
Here's to thee, my lad, push the bottle about.

Let finical fops play the fool and the ape;
They dare not confide in the juice of the grape :
But we honeft fellows-'fdeath! who'd ever think
Of pulling for love, while he's able to drink?
Of pulling, &c.

'Tis wine, only wine, that true pleasure beftows;
Our joys it encreases, and lightens our woes;
Remember what topers of o'd us'd to fing, -
The man that is drunk, is as great as a king;
The man, &c.

If Cupid affaults you, there's law for his tricks; Anacreon's Cafes, fee page twenty fix:

The precedent's glorious, and juft by my foul; Lay hold on, and drown the young dog in a bowl; Lay hold, &c.

What's life but a frolic, a fong, and a laugh? My toast fhall be this, whilft I've liquor to quaff; May mirth and good fellowship always abound; Boys, fill up a bumper, and let it go round; Boys, fill up a bumper, and let it go round.

SONG 136.

COME to my arms, my treasure

Thou fpring of all my joy,
Without thy aid all pleasure
Muft languish, fade, and die.
In vain is all refiftance,
When arm'd with thy affiftance,
What fair one can deny ?

Then fill around the glaffes,

And thus we'll drink and chant,

May all the dear kind laffes

Have and they wish or want.