A Song in Commendation of CLARET.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 BRisk Claret's the Prince and the Topper of Wines, the Soul of the Poet, and Life of his Lines; there's none but adores thee that understands, Drinking, for
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〈♫〉〈♫〉 BRisk Claret's the Prince and the Topper of Wines, the Soul of the Poet, and Life of his Lines; there's none but adores thee that understands, Drinking, for
nothing like Claret helps Writing or Thinking: Who e—ver a—buse thee, we'l sing in thy Praise, we'l ne—ver re—fuse thee, who e—ver gain-says; we dai—ly will drink thee, our Veins to re—ple—nish, let Whores and their Cullies drink White-wine and Rhenish.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Brisk Claret's the Prince and the Topper of Wines, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 We dai—ly will drink thee, our Veins to re—ple—nish, let Whores and their Cullies drink White-wine and Rhenish, let Whores and their Cullies drink White-wine and Rhenish.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 We dai—ly will drink thee, our Veins to re—ple—nish, let Whores and their Cullies drink White-wine and Rhenish, let Whores and their Cullies drink White-wine and Rhenish.