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Posted By: Artful Codger
24-Feb-09 - 12:15 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Come Landlord Fill the Flowing Bowl
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Come Landlord Fill the Flowing Bowl
source: A Dictionary of the Isle of Wight Dialect [p.136], by W. H. Long. Reeves & Turner, London/G.A. Brannon & Co, Isle of Wight, 1886. The verses are similar to those in the broadside cited earlier, but the commentary provides information on the song's origin.

Jolly Fellows.

The music of this song is in Chappell's "Popular Music," but is different and inferior to the tune sung in the Island. The song itself is evidently founded on some verses in Fletcher's play of " The Bloody Brother, or Rollo Duke of Normandy," Act I., scene 2.

" Drink to day and drown all sorrow,
You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow;
But while you have it, use your breath,—
There is no drinking after death.

Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit;
There is no cure 'gainst age but it;
It helps the headache, cough, and tissic,
And is for all diseases physic.

Then let us swill, boys, for our health;
Who drinks well—loves the commonwealth;
And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October."

[In singing, the third line of each verse is thrice repeated.]


Come landlord, fill the flowing bowl,
Until it does run over;
For to night we'll merry be,
For to night we'll merry be,
For to night we'll merry be,
And to morrow we'll get sober.

He that drinks strong beer,
And goes to bed mellow,
Lives as he ought to live,
And dies a hearty fellow.

But he that drinks small beer,
And goes to bed sober,
Falls as the leaves fall,
That fall in chill October.

Strong beer cures the pout.
The colic, and the phthisic ;
And it is for all men
The very best of physic.

He that courts a pretty girl,
He courts her for his pleasure;
Fool if he ever marries her,
Without great store of treasure.

So now come let us dance and sing,
And drive away all sorrow ;
For perhaps we may not
Meet again to morrow.