Drunkenness

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Hufty tufty the cap gun shouts Your whole life is inside out A cast of martinets, a whiff of Monsieur Mingo Horse outside, going down to Sligo So slaver and drivel like a child at mouth No more of this drunkenness In slavish Bacchus-born, I hate it to death Drunkenness Thy scurvy lungs with surfeiting be putrified Thy wrath be fatal to thy dearest friends A toucher, a toucher, for quaffing toy doth pass In cup, in can, in glass, drunkenness God Bacchus do him right and dub him knight Rise up Sir Robert Tosspot, Sir Robert Tosspot No more of this, I hate it to the death Drunkenness Deformer of the soul, abusing all the earth's fine fruits In cellars and in vaults Let none commit their counsels unto thee Thy wrath be fatal to them, drunkenness Dropsies and watery tympanies haunt thee Thy lungs with surfeiting be putrified Odious stinking breath Slaver and drivel like a child at mouth Drunkenness Be poor and beggardly in thy old age Let thy own kinsmen laugh when thou complainest And many tears gain nothing but blind scoffs Drunkenness Hufty tufty the cap gun shouts Your whole life is inside out Drunkenness
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