A Drinking-Song
Henry Carey
Bacchus must now his power resign— I am the only God of Wine! It is not fit the wretch should be In competition set with me, Who can drink ten times more than he. Make a new world, ye powers divine! Stock’d with nothing else but Wine: Let Wine its only product be, Let Wine be earth, and air, and sea— And let that Wine be all for me!
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