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Now here oe dry land a wet course I can steer,
Nor the cat-head, the cat- block, nor boat-swain's
cat fear ;
Whilst there's shot in the locker, I'll sing, I'll- be
bound,
And Saturday-i>ight shall last all the week round.
Put should peace grow too sleepy, and war call a-
main,
By the piper of Leinster, I'll venture again!
Make another dry voyage, bring you home a fresh
tale,
That you'll cry till you laugh at poor Patrick O'Neal,
A Nezv Song*
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I'm often ask'd by plodding souls,
And men of vulgar tongue,
What joy I take in draining bowls,
And tippling all night long :
Tho' used such cautious fools to scorn.
For* once 1*11 not disdain,
To tell them why I sit till morn,
And fill my glass again.
To tell them, &c.
'Tis by the light my bumpers give 3
Life's picture's mellow made,
With waimet glow the colours live,
And softer sinks the shade :

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