Classic Poem

I.

Now the bottles and glasses in order are set,
And here all dispos'd to be merry we're met,
The liquor tastes rarely; our mirth to prolong
What then needs there more but to sing you a song:
My song while I sing let the bottle still pass,
And let every stanza be crown'd with a glass.
II.

And first to the King let a bumper be crown'd,
(And, President, see that it fairly go round,)
May he flourish in peace, or in war be victorious,
May his reign be long, be happy, and glorious!
My song while I sing, &c.
III.

Let each drink in turn to the girl he likes best,
And our quantum of love be in liquor exprest;
Here's bumper to Delia, 'tis both large and stout,
But may I be drown'd if I dont drink it out.
My song while I sing, &c.
IV.

Let's drink next to our friends, and then to our foes,
And last with a glass to ourselves let us close;
Then here's a good night, with a bumper in hand,
'Tis better to go while we're able to stand.
My song while I sing, &c.
V.

'Tis remarked that those, who sit long at the cup,
Too often in quarrelling abruptly break up;
Let us part in good case, while we're just somewhat mellow,
And at parting salute each other goodfellow.