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Song. "Fill the foaming cups again"

By John Clare

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Fill the foaming cups again,     Let's be merry while we may;     Man is foolish to complain     When such joys are in his way:     Cares may breed in peevish minds,     Life at best is short and vain,     Wisdom takes the joy she finds--     Fill the foaming cups again.     Fortune, she may slight us, boys,     Boast her thousands to our crowns,     Give to knaves her smiles and joys,     We can feast upon her frowns.     What care we how rich she be,     Let our needs but meet supply,     Kings may govern, so will we--     Foaming cups before we're dry.     Fill them foaming o'er again,     Fill with cordial to the brim;     Let the peevish soul complain,     Care is worthy none but him.     Hearts of oak we're born to die;     Toast for comforts while we reign,--     "Let our needs but meet supply--     Foaming cups be fill'd again."

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John Clare (1793–1864) was an English poet known as the "peasant poet" for his humble origins. His nature poetry—including "I Am" and "Badger"—captures the English countryside with extraordinary precision and emotional honesty, and he is now recognized as one of the finest nature poets in the language.

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