  AIR. Tune—jolly mortals, fill your glasses. I. See! the smoking bowl before us, Mark our jovial, ragged ring! Round and round take up the chorus, And in raptures let us sing— A fig for those by law protected, Liberty's a glorious feast! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest. II. What is title, what is treasure, What is reputation's care? If we lead a life of pleasure, 'Tis no matter how or where. A fig, &c. III. With the ready trick and fable, Round we wander all the day; And at night, in barn or stable, Hug our doxies on the hay. A fig, &c. IV. Does the train-attended carriage Thro' the country lighter rove? Does the sober bed of marriage Witness brighter scenes of love? A fig, &c. V. Life is all a variorum, We regard not how it goes; Let them cant about decorum Who have character to lose. A fig, &c. VI. Here's to budgets, bags, and wallets! Here's to all the wandering train! Here's our ragged brats and callets! One and all cry out, Amen! A fig for those by law protected, Liberty's a glorious feast! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest. |
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