"Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale, (In which I will drink to sweet Nan of the Vale) Was once Toby Filpot, a thirsty old soul As e'er drank a bottle, or fathomed a bowl."
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Cf. John O'Keeffe, The Poor Soldier (1783), act 2, sc. 2: — Dear sir, this brown jug, that now foams with mild ale, Out of which I now drink to sweet Kate of the vale, Was once Toby Filpot, a thirsty old soul, As e'er cracked a bottle, or fathomed a bowl.
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Francis Fawkes
1720 – 1777
Francis Fawkes (1720–1777) was an English poet and translator. He translated works by Anacreon, Sappho and other classical authors, modernised parts of the poems of Gavin Douglas, and was the author of the well-known song, The Brown Jug, and of two poems, Bramham Park and Partridge Shooting. His translation of the Argonautica in rhymed couplets appeared in 1780.
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