THE BIG-BELLIED BOTTLE.* TUNE-PREPARE, MY DEAR BRETHREN, TO THE TAVERN No churchman am I for to rail and to write, The peer I don't envy, I give him his bow; Here passes the squire on his brother--his horse; The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die; I once was persuaded a venture to make; *This song was printed in the Edinburgh edition in 1787. By the bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the black gown; And, faith, I agree with th' old prig to a hair, A STANZA ADDED IN A MASON LODGE. Then fill up a bumper, and make it o'erflow, compass and square Have a big-bellied bottle when harass'd with care. Young's Night Thoughts. B. END OF VOL. II. C. WHITTINGHAM, TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE. |