Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
A Bachanalian SONG.
TRoy had a Breed of brave stout Men,
Yet Greece made shift to rout her;
'Cause •ach Man drank as much as Ten,
And thence grew Ten times stouter.
Though Hector was a Trojan true,
As ever Piss'd 'gen Wall, Sir;
Achilles bang'd him black and blue,
For he drank more than all, Sir.
Let Bacchus be our God of War,
We shall fear nothing then, Boys;
We'll drink all dead, and lay 'em to bed;
And if they wake not conquered,
We'll drink 'em dead again, Boys.
Nor were the Graecians only sam'd
For Drinking, and for Fighting;
Bnt he that drank, and wa'n't asham'd,
Was ne'er asham'd on's Writing.
He that will be a Souldier then,
Or Witt, must drink good Liquor;
It makes base Cowards fight like Men,
And roving Thoughts sly quicker.
Let Bacchus be both God o•War,
And God of Wit, and then, Boys,
We'll drink and •ight, and drink and write;
And if the Sun set with his light,
We'll drink him up again, Boys.