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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 223 |
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ARTHUR DAWSON (1700-1775)
BUMPERS, SQUIRE JONES
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E good fellows all, Who love to be told where good claret's in store, Attend to the call Of one who's ne'er frighted, But greatly delighted With six bottles more.
Be sure you don't pass The good house, Moneyglass, Which the jolly red god so peculiarly owns, 'Twill well suit your humor— For, pray, what would you more, Than mirth with good claret, and bumpers, Squire Jones ?
Ye lovers who pine For lasses that oft prove as cruel as fair,
Who whimper and whine
For lilies and roses,
With eyes, lips, and noses, Or tip of an ear !
Come hither, I'll show ye
How Phillis and Chloe |
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