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Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) Song, from the Comedy of “She Stoops to Conquer” SCENE.--A Room in the Alehouse, “The Three Pigeons.” Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning-- Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives _genus_ a better discerning. Let them brag of their heathenish gods-- Their Lethes, and Styxes, and Stygians; Their Quis, and their Quæs, and their Quods: They ’re all but a parcel of Pigeons. To-roddle, to-roddle, to-rol. When methodist preachers come down, A-preaching that drinking is sinful, I’ll wager the rascals a crown, They always preach best with a skinful. But when you come down with your pence, For a slice of their scurvy religion, I’ll leave it to all men of sense-- But you, my good friend, are the Pigeon. To-roddle, &c. Then, come, put the jorum about, And let us be merry and clever; Our hearts and our liquors are stout-- Here’s the “Three Jolly Pigeons” for ever! Let some cry up woodcock or hare, Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons; But of all the gay birds in the air-- Here’s a health to the “Three Jolly Pigeons.” To-roddle, &c. Oliver Goldsmith's other poems:
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