The Antediluvians were all very sober |
For they had no Wine, and they brew’d no October; |
All wicked, bad Livers, on Mischief still thinking, |
For there can’t be good Living where there is not good |
Drinking.
Derry down |
’Twas honest old Noah first planted the Vine, |
And mended his Morals by drinking its Wine; |
He justly the drinking of Water decry’d; |
For he knew that all Mankind, by drinking it, dy’d. |
Derry down. |
From this Piece of History plainly we find |
That Water’s good neither for Body or Mind; |
That Virtue and Safety in Wine-bibbing’s found |
While all that drink Water deserve to be drown’d. |
Derry down |
So For Safety and Honesty put the Glass round. |