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ANACREONTICS.
There would be certainty of beer,
But now I none can spy.
As we went down the Mountain,
Fanny and Jack and I,
We laughed and skipped and slid and slipped
While half the morn went by;
And all our faces glowed like fire,
For still the sun was mounting higher
Along the clear, blue sky.
When we were down the Mountain,
Fanny and Jack and I,
The sun shone out, no clouds about;
O Bacchus! Weren't we dry!
We gallopped swiftly to our door
And brought some bottles to the fore,
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