A Song For Vauxhall

Ye children of frolic who laugh at all care,
Drink the juice of the grape to the health of the fair!
And while smiling content presides over all
You'll find what you wish in the shades of Vauxhall.

Let Jove quaff his nectar, while we have champaign
To open the heart, and enliven the brain;
Then defYev'ry ill that on mortals can fall,
And laugh, drink, and love in the shades of Vauxhall.

Here's beauty would make young Adonis resign
The bosom of Venus, though that was divine!
Her charms would diminish, her pow'r be small,
Compar'd with the beauties who visit Vauxhall.

Let the fool of ambition his projects resign,
And his politics drown in full bumpers of wine;
For the circlet of empire his temples might gall,
But 'tis pleasure's light chaplet we wear at Vauxhall.

Let the wretch who hoards money forget his vile pelf,
Or here learn the wisdom to spend it himself;
But if throughout life he must ever forestall,
Let him speculate here in the shades of Vauxhall.

Then quit the dull city, where noise, dust, and strife
Impair rosy health, and endanger frail life;
Assemble together at mirth's cheerful call,
And laugh, sing, and love in the shades of Vauxhall.
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