Built cellars then, and pressed the wine,
And tunned it into hogsheads fine.
Old Noah was a pious man;
Soon to a row his barrels ran.
To God's high praise he drained each cask,
Nor deemed it, faith, a heavy task.
He drank, thereafter, as appears,
Three hundred yet and fifty years.
A knowing man thence see it will,
That wine well used, can do no ill.