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*'''CPDL #7407:''' [http://www.robertnottingham.com/scores/7407.pdf {{extpdf}}] [http://www.robertnottingham.com/scores/7407_sib.zip Sibelius 4]
*'''CPDL #7407:''' [http://www.robertnottingham.com/scores/7407.pdf {{extpdf}}] [http://www.robertnottingham.com/scores/7407_sib.zip Sibelius 4]
:'''Editor:''' [[User:Robert Nottingham|Robert Nottingham]] ''(added 2004-06-30)''.   '''Score information:''' A4, 4 pages, 67 kbytes   '''Copyright:''' [[ChoralWiki:CPDL|CPDL]]
:'''Editor:''' [[User:Robert Nottingham|Robert Nottingham]] ''(added 2004-06-30)''.   '''Score information:''' A4, 4 pages, 67 kbytes   {{Copy|CPDL}}
:'''Edition notes:''' Score revised November 2005. Sibelius file [[zipped]].
:'''Edition notes:''' Score revised November 2005. Sibelius file [[zipped]].



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Editor: Robert Nottingham (added 2004-06-30).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 67 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Score revised November 2005. Sibelius file zipped.

General Information

Title: Rail no more, ye learned asses
Composer: William Boyce
Lyricist: M. Wood Hillcreate page

Number of voices: 1v  Voicing: Bass solo
Genre: Secular, Aria

Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published:

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Original text and translations

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Rail no more, ye learned asses,
'Gainst the joys the bowl supplies,
Sound the depth and fill your glasses,
Wisdom in the bottom lies.
Fill them higher yet and higher,
Shallow draughts perplex the brain;
Sipping quenches all our fire,
Bumpers light it up again.

Draw the scene for wit and pleasure,
Enter Jollity and Joy,
We for thinking have no leisure,
Manly mirth is our employ.
Since in life there's nothing certain
We'll the present hour engage,
And when Death shall drop the curtain
With applause we'll leave the stage.