Пёрселл Генри - Down with Bacchus - текст песни (слова)

Down, down with Bacchus,  
down, down with Bacchus:  
from this honor Renounce,  
renounce the grape's tyrannick pow'r;  
Whilst in our large,  
our large confed'rate bowl,  
and mingling vertue, chear the soul. 

 Down with the French,  
down with the French,  
march on to Nantz,  
For whose, for whose dear sake wee'l con'quer France;  
And when, when th'inspiring cups swell high,  
their hungry, hungry juice with score, with score defy. 

 Rouse, rouse, rouse, rouse royal boyes,  
your forces joyn To rout,  
to rout the Monsieur and his wine;  
Then, then, then,  
then the next year our bowl shall be quaff'd,  
quaff'd under the vines in Burgundy.