A Tankard of Ale: An Anthology of Drinking Songs

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Theodore Maynard
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A Tankard of Ale : An Anthology of Drinking Songs by 1890-1956Theodore Maynard, first published in 1920, is a rare manuscript, the original residing in one of the great libraries of the world. This book is a reproduction of that original, which has been scanned and cleaned by state-of-the-art publishing tools for better readability and enhanced appreciation.

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167 ÆäÀÌÁö - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a new old-sign Sipping beverage divine, And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - I go bare, take ye no care; I nothing am a-cold, — I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. Back and side go bare, go bare; Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough.. Whether it be new or old!
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now let them drink till they nod and wink, Even as good fellows should do ; They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to ; And all poor souls that have...
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - And Tib my wife, that as her life Loveth well good ale to seek, Full oft drinks she till ye may see The tears run down her cheek; Then doth she trowl to me the bowl, Even as a malt-worm should, And saith, 'Sweetheart, I took my part Of this jolly good ale and old.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then, come, put the jorum about, And let us be merry and clever, Our hearts and our liquors are stout, Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons forever.
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow: Now to her that's as brown as a berry : Here's to the wife with a face full of woe, And now to the damsel that's merry.
76 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair...
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - Chorus. Let the toast pass,—• Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize; Now to the maid who has none, sir: Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - Would, with his maid Marian, Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till...

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