Hallo There! A Glass! Ha! The Draught'S Truly Sweet! If For Drink Go My Shoes, I Shall Still Have My Feet. A Maiden And Wine, With Sweet Music And Song, I Would They Were Mine, All Life'S Journey Along! If I Depart From This Sad Sphere, And Leave A Will Behind Me Here, A Suit At Law Will Be Preferr'D, But As For Thanks, The Deuce A Word! So Ere I Die, I Squander All, And That A Proper Will I Call.