Eat, drink and be gay, Banish all worry and sorrow; Laugh gaily to-day, Weep, if you're sorry, to-morrow! Come, pass the cup round— I will go bail for the liquor; It's strong, I'll be bound, For it was brewed by the vicar! @3Chorus@1 None so knowing as he At brewing a jorum of tea, Ha! Ha! A pretty stiff jorum of tea! Pain, trouble, and care, Misery, heart-ache and worry, Quick, out of your lair! Get you all gone in a hurry! Toil, sorrow, and plot, Fly away quicker and quicker— Three spoons to the pot— That is the brew of your vicar! @3Chorus@1 None so cunning as he At brewing a jorum of tea, Ha! Ha! A pretty stiff jorum of tea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS TO THEOPHILE GAUTIER by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE SEASIDE SONG: 1 by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |