AIR LIX. Britons strike home.
Since I must swing,—I scorn, I scorn to wince or whine.
[Rises.
AIR LX. Chevy Chase.
But now again my Spirits sink;
I’ll raise them high with Wine.
[Drinks a Glass of Wine.
AIR LXI. To old Sir Simon the King.
But Valour the stronger grows,
The stronger Liquor we’er drinking;
And how can we feel our Woes,
When we’ve lost the Trouble of Thinking?
[Drinks.