A DRINKING SONG.
WHAT argusies pride and ambition?
soon or late death must take us in tow,
Each bullet has got its commission
and when our time's come we must go:
CHORUS.
Then drink and sing, pang pain and sorrow,
the halter was made for the neck,
He that's now lively and lusty—tomorrow,
perhaps may be stretched on the deck.
There was little Tom Ernstock, of Dover,
got kill'd, and left Polly in pain,
Poll cry'd but her grief was soon over,
and then she got married again. Then, &c.
FINIS.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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