William Boyce - Rail no more, ye learned asses - текст песни (слова)

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.