And drown all our Sorrow in Claret;

We'll never repine,

So they give us good Wine,

Let 'em take all our Dross, we can spare it.

We value not Chink,

Unless to buy drink,

Or purchase us Innocent Pleasure;

When 'tis gone we ne'er fret,

So we Liquor can get,

For Mirth of it self is a Treasure: