The Melodist/A Bottle and Friend

by Anonymous

A Bottle and Friend.

Bright glory’s a trifle, and so is ambition,
Despis’d by free hearts, tho’ in low condition;
Let boys ramble on, until their fair extent;
But give me. oh give me, my bottle and friend.
Into the little closs-room so neat and so trim,
O! then will I enjoy my bottle and friend.

All Europe & Bona for kingdoms are wrangling,
Whilst misers for gold are always a-jangling;
But let them fight on, whilst my money I spend,
And give me, O give me my bottle and friend.

Whilst thus I am single, I can be a ranger,
Free from all care, and quite out of danger;
Women laugh at men’s folly, who money spend,
But give me, O give me, my bottle and friend

Come, come, my companions so cheerful & gay,
Let’s have the other bumper, drive sorrow away,
Let's drink and be merry, until our lives end,
give me, O give me a bottle and friend.