Rail no more, ye learned asses (William Boyce)
- Editor: Robert Nottingham (submitted 2004-06-30). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 67 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Score revised November 2005. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
Original text and translations
Rail no more, ye learned asses,
'Gainst the joys the bowl supplies,
Sound the depth and fill your glasses,
Wisdom in the bottom lies.
Fill them higher yet and higher,
Shallow draughts perplex the brain;
Sipping quenches all our fire,
Bumpers light it up again.
Draw the scene for wit and pleasure,
Enter Jollity and Joy,
We for thinking have no leisure,
Manly mirth is our employ.
Since in life there's nothing certain
We'll the present hour engage,
And when Death shall drop the curtain
With applause we'll leave the stage.