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If met they should be,
By the boys of the sea,
I warrant they'll never come nigh land ;
If they do, 'chose on land
Will soon lead 'em a hand
To foot it again from the Island,
Huzza ! for the King of the Island !
Shall our father be robb'd of his Island ?
While his children can fight,
They'll stand up for his right,
And their own, to the tight little Island.
Anacreon.
Anacreon, they say, was a jolly old blade,
A Grecian choice spirit, and a poet by trade ;
Anacreon, they say, was a jolly old blade,
A Grecian choice spirit, and a poet by trade.
To Venus and Bacchus he tun'd up his lays j
For love and a bumper he sung all his days :
For love and a bumper he sung all his days.
He laugh'd as he quaff'd still the juice of the vine,
And though he was human, was look'd on divine 5
At the feast of good humour he always was there,
And his fancy and sonnets still banish'd dull care.
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Good wine, boys, says he, is the liauor of Jove,
5 Tis our comfort below, and their nectar above :

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