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Anon
(c.1790)
Dear friend, this brown jug
(T.T.B.)
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149288 : Anon : Dear friend, this brown jug : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Glees and Catches)
Publ. London, c.1790.
Lyrics: Anon
Dear friend, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale,
In which we now drink to sweet Nan of the vale,
Was once Toby Filpot, a thirsty old soul
As e'er drain'd a bottle or fathom'd a bowl.
In boozing about, 'twas his boast to excel,
And among jolly topers he bore off the belle.
It chanc'd, as in dog-days he sat at his ease,
In his flow'r-woven arbour, as gay as you please,
With a friend and a pipe, puffing sorrow away,
And with honest old stingo was soaking his clay;
His breath doors of life on a sudden were shut,
And he died full as big as a Dorchester butt.
His body, when long in the ground it had lain,
And time into clay had resolv'd it again,
A potter found out in its covert so smug
And with part of fat Toby he form'd this brown jug:.
Now sacred to friendship and mirth and mild ale
So here's to the lovely sweet Nan of the vale.
Dear friend, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale,
In which we now drink to sweet Nan of the vale,
Was once Toby Filpot, a thirsty old soul
As e'er drain'd a bottle or fathom'd a bowl.
In boozing about, 'twas his boast to excel,
And among jolly topers he bore off the belle.
It chanc'd, as in dog-days he sat at his ease,
In his flow'r-woven arbour, as gay as you please,
With a friend and a pipe, puffing sorrow away,
And with honest old stingo was soaking his clay;
His breath doors of life on a sudden were shut,
And he died full as big as a Dorchester butt.
His body, when long in the ground it had lain,
And time into clay had resolv'd it again,
A potter found out in its covert so smug
And with part of fat Toby he form'd this brown jug:.
Now sacred to friendship and mirth and mild ale
So here's to the lovely sweet Nan of the vale.