Classic Poem

What argufies pride and ambition?
Soon or late death will take us in tow;
Each bullet has got its commission,
And when our time's come we must go.

Then drink and sing — hang pain and sorrow,
The halter was made for the neck;
He that's now live and lusty — to-morrow
Perhaps may be shelch'd on the deck.

II.

There was little Tom Linstock of Dover
Got kill'd, and left Polly in pain,
Poll cry'd, but her grief was soon over,
And then she got married again.
Then drink, &c.

III.

Jack Junk was ill used by Bet Crocker,
And so took to guzzling the stuff,
Till he tumbled in old Davy's locker,
And there he got liquor enough.
Then drink, &c.

IV.

For our prize money then to the proctor,
Take of joy while 'tis going our freak;
For what argufies calling the doctor
When the anthor of life is apeak.

Then drink, &c.