I Drink To The General Joy O’

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

When Daffodils Begin To Peer, With Heigh! The Doxy, Over The Dale, Why, Then Comes In The Sweet O' The Year; For The Red Blood Reigns In The Winter's Pale. The White Sheet Bleaching On The Hedge, With Heigh! The Sweet Birds, O, How They Sing! Doth Set My Pugging Tooth On Edge; For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

Who Is Here So Vile That Will Not Love His Country?

The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.