6 THE POPE. THE POPE. HE pope he leads a happy life, happy life; riage strife; He drinks the best of Rhenish wine; I would the gay pope's life were mine. But still it's not a happy life, happy life; I would not wish to be the pope. The sultan better pleases me, pleases me; He leads a life of jollity, jollity; He has as many wives as he will: The sultan's throne I fain would fill. But still he's not a happy man, happy man; He cannot drink one drop of wine: But here am I, content to stand, 'tent to stand, And kiss my maid so fair and fine, And drink the best of Rhenish wine. Ζώη μοῦ σὰς ἀγαπῶ. And when my maid she kisses me, kisses me, 7 Ζώη μοῦ σὰς ἀγαπῶ. AIR, -"Ah me!" AID of Athens, ere we part, M Give, oh, give me back my heart! Keep it now, and take the rest; By those tresses unconfined, By that lip I long to taste, By that zone-encircled waist; By all the token-flowers that tell What words can never speak so well; By love's alternate joy and woe, - X DRINKING SONG. E brothers, when I'm no more drinking, Believe me, then, my end is nigh; And, die I this day or to-morrow, My testament's already made ; And, as for coffin, that remanding, Into the cellar then convey me, Where I have drunk whole hogsheads dry; With mouth unto a tap then lay me, My feet towards the wall may lie. DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN. And when you're to the grave me bringing, But tinkling glasses be your plan; This man was born, grew, drank, and died, In life's long joy, the purple tide. 9 DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN. H ERE'S a health to the Queen, and a lasting peace; To faction an end, to wealth increase. Come, let's drink it while we have breath, For there's no drinking after death; And he that will this health deny, Let charming beauties' health go round, In smiling Bacchus' joy I'll roll, |