1903 The Flowing Bowl by Edward Spencer

20 the flowing bowl Ancient poets were not less backward than modern votaries of the muses ; and it is related of the poet Philoxenus that he was frequently- heard to express the wish that he had a neck as long as a crane's, that he might the longer have the pleasure ofswallowing wine, and of enjoying its delicious taste. I have heard the same wish expressed, during much more recent years. One more old song, translated from a French chanson a boire^ and I take my leave of the awful habits of the ancients (I trust) for ever. It is called THE TIPPLING PHILOSOPHERS. Diogenes, surly and proud,

Who snari'd at the Macedon youth. Delighted in wine that was good. Because in good wine there is truth ; But growing as poor as a Job, Unable to purchase a flask. He chose for his mansion a tub. And lived by the scent of the cask.

[Neither the air, nor the chorus, of this song is given in the old MS. But I would suggest the old air of "Wednesbury Cocking," with a little " tol-de-rol " at the finish of each verse.] Heraclitus ne'er could deny To tipple and cherish his heart.

And when he was maudlin hed cry. Because he had empty d his quart; Tho' some are so foolish to think He wept at men's folly and vice, 'Twas only his fashion to drink

Till the liquor flow'd out of his eyes.