Classic Poem

Come, courage lads, and drink away,
A man upon his wedding day
Ought rarely well his part to play
 At Stingo, or October:

For, who would be that stupid elf
For whim, caprice, or love, or pels,
To poison, hang, or drown himself,
 Or marry when he's sober.

II.

For madam's will at nothing stops,
She must have balls, and routs, and fops,
And often ransack all the shops,
 In gay attire to robe her:

Then drink the day you take a wife,
As the last comfort of your life:
For, ever after, noise and strife
 Are sure to keep you sober.