e in plenty,
We've Money enough to spend;
I hate to see the Pots empty,
A Man cannot Drink to's Friend:
Then drawer bring up more Wine,
And merrily let it pass;
We'll drink till our Faces do shine,
He that wont may look like an Ass:
And we'll tell him so to his Face,
If he offers to baulk his Glass,
For we defy all such dull Society.

'Tis drinking makes us merry,
And Mirth diverts all Care;
A Song of hey down derry,
Is better than heavy Air:
Make ready quickly my Boys,
And fill up your Glasses higher;
For we'll present with Huzzas,
And merrily all give fire;
Since drinking's our desire,
And friendship we admire,
For here we'll stay, ne'er call Drawer what's to pay.

_The_ GOOD FELLOW.

[Music]

Let's be jolly, fill our Glasses,
Madness 'tis for us to think,
How the World is rul'd by Asses,
That o'ersway the Wise with Chink:
Let not such vain Thoughts oppress us,
Riches prove to them a Snare;
We are all as rich as _Croesus_,
Drink your Glasses, take no care.

Wine will make us fresh as Roses,
And our Sorrows all forgot;
Let us fuddle well our Noses,
Drink ourselves quite out of Debt:
When grim Death is looking for us,
Whilst we're singing o'er our Bowls;
_Bacchus_ joyning in our Chorus,
Death depart, here's none but Souls.

JOCKEY'S _Escape from_ DUNDEE; _and the Parsons Daughter whom he had
Mow'd._

[Music]

Where gott'st thou the _Haver-mill bonack_?
Blind Booby can'st thou not see;
Ise got it out of the _Scotch-man's_ Wallet,
As he lig lousing him under a Tree:
_Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,_
_Come Saddle my Horse, and call up my Man;_
_Come open the Gates, and let me go free,_
_And shew me the way to bonny_ Dundee.

For I have neither robbed nor stole,
Nor have I done any injury;
But I have gotten a Fair Maid with Child,
The Minister's Daughter of bonny _Dundee_:
_Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,_
_Come saddle my Horse and call up my Man,_
_Come open the Gates and let me go free,_
_And Ise gang no more to bonny_ Dundee.

Altho' Ise gotten her Maiden-head,
Geud feth Ise given her mine in lieu;
For when at her Daddy's Ise gang to Bed,
Ise mow'd her without any more to do?
Ise cuddle her close, and gave her a Kiss,
Pray tell now where is the harm of this,
_Then open the Gates and let me go free,_
_And Ise gang no more to bonny_ Dundee.

All _Scotland_ ne'er afforded a Lass,
So bonny and blith