The Social Fellows

Come, push the bowl about, and never mind the score;
When that is gone, my boys, we?ll call for some more:
And he that will not merry shall never taste of joys,
See, see, the game?s in view, hark forward my brave boys.

First toast your fav?rite lass, and then tell her name;
Confound that stupid ass that won?t do the same.
And he, &c.

Next toast your absent friends, and long may they be,
In every situation, far happier than we.
And he, &c.

Misers may hoard him wealth, and oft count they store;
Give me content and health, I ask for no more.
And he, &c.

Next toast our soldiers brave, that victory do gain,
Likewise our sailors bold, that sail upon the main.
And he, &c.

God save great George our king, and long may he reign,
Likewise his royal consort Charlotte our queen.
And he, &c.

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