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144 Songs Compleat,
If a Man should be drunk to night,
And laid in his grave to morrow :
Will you or any man say,
That he died of Care or Sorrow ?
Then hang up sorrow and care,
'Tis able to kill a Cat,
And he that will drink all night,
Is never afraid of that !
For drinking will make a man Quaff,
Quaffing will make a man Sing ;
Singing will make a man Laugh,
And laughing long life doth bring,
Says Old Simon the King.
If a puritan Skinker cry,
Dear Brother it is a Sin,
To drink unless you be dry,
Then straight this Tale I begin,
A Puritan left his Cann,
And took him to his Jugg,
And there he play'd the man,
As long as he could tugg :
But when that he was spy'd,
What did he swear or rail ;
No, no truly, dear Brother he cry'd,
Indeed all flesh is frail,
Says Old Simon the King.
So Fellows if you'll be drunk,
Of frailty it is a sin,
Or for to keep a punk,
Or play at In and In ;
For Drink and Dice and Drabs,
Are all of one condition,
And will breed want and Scabs,
In spite of the Physician :
Who so fears every Grass,
Must never piss in a Meadow,
And he that loves a pot and a Lass,
Must never cry oh ! my head oh !
Says Old Simon the King.
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