Crazy Jane (1)/Let's be Jovial

LET'S BE JOVIAL

Let’s be jovial fill our glasses,
⁠Madness ’tis for us to think.
How the world is ruled by asses,
⁠And the wise are sway’d by chink.

Then never let vain care oppress us,
⁠Riches are to them a snare;
We’re ev’ry one as rich as Croesus,
⁠While the bottle drowns our care.

Wine will make us red as roses,
⁠And our sorrows quite forget

Come let us fuddle all our ⟨noses⟩,
⁠Drink ourselves quite out of debt.

When grim Death comes looking for us,
⁠We are roving o’er our bowls:
Bacchus joining in the chorus
⁠Death, begone here’s nought but souls.

God-like Bacchus thus commanding,
⁠Trembling death away shall fly,
Ever after, understanding
⁠Drinking souls can never die.

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