Come, come, come, let us leave the Town
And in some lonely place,
Where Crouds and Noise were never known,
Resolve to spend our days.
In pleasant Shades upon the Grass
At Night our selves we'll lay;
Our Days in harmless Sport shall pass,
Thus Time shall slide away.
Drunken Poet:
Fill up the Bowl, then, &c.
1st Fairy, Chorus :
Trip it, trip it in a Ring;
Around this Mortal Dance, and Sing.
Poet:
Enough, enough,
We must play at Blind Man's Buff.
Turn me round, and stand away,
I'll catch whom I may.
1st Fairy, Chorus:
About him go, so, so, so,
Pinch the Wretch, from Top to Toe;
Pinch him forty, forty times,
Pinch till he confess his Crimes.
Poet:
Hold you damn'd tormenting Punk,
I do confess ?
Both Fairies:
What, what, &c.
Poet:
I'm Drunk, as I live Boys, Drunk.
Both Fairies:
What art thou, speak?
Poet:
If you will know it,
I am a scurvy Poet.
Chorus:
Pinch him, pinch him for his Crimes,
His Nonsense, and his Dogrel Rhymes.
Poet:
Hold! Oh! Oh1 Oh!
Both Fairies:
Confess more, more.
Poet:
I confess, I'm verypoor.
Nay prithee do not pinch me so,
Good dear Devil, let me go;
And as I hope to wear the Bays,
I'll write a Sonnet in thy Praise.
Chorus:
Drive 'em hence, away, away
Let 'em sleep till break of Day.
― Michael White (Hereward), Tuesday, 27 July 2004 16:00 (twenty-one years ago)
I only sing parts that I know. I often really do play this when I'm sozzled. I played this the other night when I stopped en route to a party to get another coat and my friends gave me some very disapproving looks. I thought, "It's Purcell. Fuck'em."
CJ, are you assuming that my debauches are smaller than the regulation 20,000 set down by Hadrian, Heliogabalus, and Jim the dustman? If ever I am lacking in physical co-debauchers, I merely free up some of the myriad personalities that inhabit my skull.
― Michael White (Hereward), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 16:12 (twenty-one years ago)