Published in Six Epigrams, Op. 17, 1795. Intended for performance at all-male glee clubs. The top line would have been taken by boys, usually drafted in from the local cathedral choir.

Lyrics: Peter Pindar (John Wolcot)

Come, push round with spirit the nectar divine;
He's a fool who to care is a slave.
While we may, let us laugh, and take off our wine,
For we all must be sober when laid in the grave.
Now look at that bottle, a good-natur'd fellow,
I like such a generous elf;
Who, whenever we choose to enjoy and be mellow,
Scorns to keep e'en a drop for himself.