Cast away care

Cast away care; he that loves sorrow
Lengthens not a day, nor can buy to-morrow ;
         Money is trash, and he that will spend it,
         Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.
   Merrily, merrily, merrily, oh, ho !
   Play it off stiffly, we may not part so.

Wine is a charm, it heats the blood too,
Cowards it will arm, if the wine be good too ;
         Quickens the wit, and makes the back able,
         Scorns to submit to the watch or constable.
   Merrily, &c.

Pots fly about, give us more liquor,
Brothers of a rout, our brains will flow quicker ;
         Empty the cask, score up, we care not ;
         Fill all the pots again, drink on, and spare not.
   Merrily, &c.