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ANACREONTICS.
When we could shut Hans Breitmann up,
And cage Gambrinus in;
When wine should be a felony,
And meet a doom severe;
They've stultified our hope and pride;
They've licensed cider and beer!
"If children ill of typhoid lie,
Let 'willing angels' take 'em;
'Twere better far they all should die
Than brandy sound should make 'em.
Let nursing mothers faint and droop
For want of spiritual cheer—
But ah! I dream; they've spoiled our scheme;
They've licensed cider and beer!
"What will befall our wicked State,
That hath backslided thus?
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