Classic Poem

Sung in the same Play, by Mr. Layfield, who Acted the Inn-keeper.

I.

How void of Ease,
He spends his Days,
Who wastes his Time in Thinking?
How like a Beast,
That ne'er can taste
The Pleasures of good Drinking?

May Curses light upon the Sot
That ever kennels sober,
Or rises e'er without a Pot
Of lovely Brown OCTOBER .

II.

Let others raise
Their Voice, to praise
The Rhenish or the Sherry ,
The Sparkling White ,
Champaign so bright,
The Claret or Canary .

'Tis true, they'll thaw the freezing Blood,
And hinder our being sober;
But what for that was e'er so good
As lovely Brown OCTOBER?

III.

What Knaves are they,
Who cross the Sea,
To bring such Stuffs among us?
How blind are we,
Who will not see
How grievously they wrong us?

They spoil the Products of the Land,
And of her Coin disrobe her;
But yet their Dregs can never stand
Against our Brave OCTOBER .

IV.

My jolly Boys,
Let us rejoyce,
And cast away all Sorrow.
Let's never think,
While thus we drink,
What may fall out to morrow.

Let's waste our Wealth, enjoy Content,
And never more live sober:
By Jove , the Coin is brightly spent,
That's melted in OCTOBER .