Come, Sing Now, Sing; For

He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Sober, Falls As The Leaves Do, And Dies In October; But He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Mellow, Lives As He Ought To Do, And Dies An Honest Fellow.

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do Tomorrow.

A Woman Friend! He That Believes That Weakness, Steers In A Stormy Night Without A Compass.

Weep No More, Nor Sigh, Nor Groan, Sorrow Calls No Time That 's Gone; Violets Plucked, The Sweetest Rain Makes Not Fresh Nor Grow Again.

Speak Boldly And Speak Truly, Shame The Devil.