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Tune, AuJd Sir Simon the king,
COME here's to the nymph that I love.
Away ye vain forrows away ;
Far, Tar from ray bofom begone,
All there fiiali be pieafant and gay.
Far hence be the fad and the penfive,
Corae fill up the glafles around,
"We'll drink till our faces be ruddy,
And all our vain forrows are drown'd.
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Tis done, and my fancy's exulting
With ev'ry gay blooming delire.
My blood with brisk ardour is glowing,
Soft pleafures my bofom infpire.
My foul now to love is difTc)Iving,
O fate ! had I here my fair charmer,
I'd clafp her, I'd clafp her Co eager.
Of all her difdain I'd difarm her.
But hold, what has love to dq here,
With his troops of vain cares in array ?
Avaunt, idle penfive intruder, —
Ko triumphs, he will not away.
I'll drown him, come give me a bumper ;
YoMvq^Cupidy here's to thy confalion. —
Now, now he's departing, he's vanquilhM ;
Adieu to his anxious djlafion.
Come, jolly god Bacchus, here's to thee j
Kuzza boys, huzza boys, huzza.
Sing lo, fing To to Bacchus.-—
Hence, all ye dull thinkers, withdraw
Gome, what (hould we do but be jovial ?
Come, tune up your voices, and fing :
What (oxA is fo dull to be heavy,
When wine fets our fancies on wing?
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