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The feflal dance young (hepherds lead,
Or firtg their love-tun'd lay,
Till May, in morning-robe, draws nigh.
And claims a virgin-queen :
The nymphs and fwains exulting cry,
*» Here»s Kate of Aberdeen."
SONG CVII.
The Charms of a Bottle,
YE mortals, whom forrow and trouble attend,
Whofe life is a feries of pain without end,
For ever deprivM of hope's all-chearing ray,
Nor know what it is to be happy a day.
Obey then the fummons, the bottle invites.
Drink deep, and I'll warrant it fets you to rights.
Did Neptune's fait element run with frefh wipe,
Tho' all Europe's powers together combine.
Our brave Britifh failors need ne'er c^re a jot.
Surrounded with plenty of fuch rare grape-{hot»
Obey then the fummons, &c.
Was each dull pedantical text fpinning vicar
To leave off dry preaching and flick to his liquor,
O how would he wifh for that power divine,
To change, when he would, fimple waterj to wine.
Obey then the fummons, &c.
If wine then can miracles work fuch as th fe,
And give to the troubl'd mind comfort and eafe,
Defpair not, that bleffing in Bacchus you'll firci,
"Who fhowers his gifts for the good of mankindo
Obey then the fummons, &£•