lenriddel our heroes repair,
so noted for drowning of sorrow and care;
but, for wine and for wele, not more known to fame,
than the sense, wit, and taste, of a sweet lovely dame.
a bard was selected to withe fray,
and tell future ages the feats of the day;
a bard who detested all sadness and spleen,
and wish'd that parnassus a vineyard had been.
the dinner being over, the cret they ply,
and ev'ry new cork is a new spring of joy;
in the bands of old friendship and kindred so set,
and the bands grew the tighter the more they were wet.
gay pleasure ran riot as bu
The Whistle—A Ballad(4/6)