One Bottle More

One Bottle More.

A Favourite Irish Song adapted for the VOICE & HARPSICHORD VIOLIN & GERMAN FLUTE.

Assist me ye Lads, Who have hearts void of guile,To Sing in the praises of Old Irelands Isle.Where true Hospitality opens the DoorAnd Friendship detains us for one Bottle more one Bottle more,Arah one Bottle more,And Friendship detains us for one Bottle more.

Old England, your Taunts on our Country forbear;With our Bulls, and our Brogues, we are true and sincere;For it but one Bottle remain’d in our Store,We have Generous Hearts, to give that Bottle more.

In Candy’s, in Church street. I’ll sing of a settOf six Irish blades who together had met;Four Bottles a piece made us call for our score,And nothing remained but one Bottle more.

Our Bill being paid, we were loath to depart,For Friendship had grappled each man by the heart;Where the least touch you know makes an Irishman roar,And the Whack from Shilella, brought six Bottles more.

Slow Phæbus had shone thro’ our window so bright,Quite happy to view his blest Children of light,So we parted, with hearts neither sorry nor sore,Resolving next Night to drink twelve Bottle more.

One Bottle More