The Melodist/A Bottle and Friend
A Bottle and Friend.
Bright glory’s a trifle, and so is ambition,Despis’d by free hearts, tho’ in low condition;Let boys ramble on, until their fair extent;But give me. oh give me, my bottle and friend.Into the little closs-room so neat and so trim,O! then will I enjoy my bottle and friend.
All Europe & Bona for kingdoms are wrangling,Whilst misers for gold are always a-jangling;But let them fight on, whilst my money I spend,And give me, O give me my bottle and friend.
Whilst thus I am single, I can be a ranger,Free from all care, and quite out of danger;Women laugh at men’s folly, who money spend,But give me, O give me, my bottle and friend
Come, come, my companions so cheerful & gay,Let’s have the other bumper, drive sorrow away,Let's drink and be merry, until our lives end,give me, O give me a bottle and friend.