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WOMEN ALL TELL ME, THE (Traditional - 18th Century) The Women all tell me I am false to my lass That I quit my poor Chloe and stick to my glass But to you, men of reason, my reasons I'll own And if you don't like them, why, let them alone Although I have left her, the truth I'll declare I believe she was good, and I'm sure she was fair but goodness and charms in a bumper I see That make it as good and as charming as she My Chloe had dimples and smiles, I must own But though she could smile, yet in truth she could frown But tell me, ye lovers of liquor divine Did you e'er see a frown in a bumper of wine? Her lilies and roses were just in their prime Yet lilies and roses are conquered by time But in wine, from its age, such benefit flows That we like it the better the older it grows They tell me my love would in time have been cloyed And that beauty's insipid when once 'tis enjoyed But in wine I both time and enjoyment defy For the longer I drink the more thirsty I am Let murders, and battles, and history prove The mischiefs that wait upon rivals in love But in drinking, thank heaven, no rival contends For the more we love liquor, the more we are friends She, too, might have poisoned the joy of my life, With nurses, and babies, and squalling, and strife But my wine neither nurses nor babies can bring And a big-bellied bottle's a mighty good thing We shorten our days when with love we engage It brings on diseases and hastens old age But wine from grim death can its votaries save And keep out t'other leg, when there's one in the grave Perhaps, like her sex, ever false to their word She has left me, to get an estate or a lord But my bumper, regarding nor title nor pelf Will stand by me when I can't stand by myself Then let my dear Chloe no longer complain She's rid of her lover, and I of my pain For in wine, mighty wine, many comforts I spy Should you doubt what I say, take a bumper and try (Contributed by Mel Priddle - January 2017)

    


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