Thomas Ravenscroft - Of Beare - текст песни (слова)

Trudge away quickly and fill the black Bole, 
 deuoutly as long as we bide, 
 now welcome good fellowes both strangers and all, 
 let madnes and mirth set sadnes aside. 
  
 Of all reckonings I loue good cheere, 
 with honest folkes in company: 
 and when drinke comes my part for to beare, 
 for still me thinks one tooth is drye.