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Bacchus sends us all his treasure,
Comus sends us jest and song,
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, pleasure,
let us join the jocund throng
Youth soon flies, ’tis but a season,
time is ever on the wing;
Then let’s the present moment seize on,
none knows what the next may bring:
Then let’s be joyous while time we measure,
other’s wisdom we despise,
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow pleasure,
to be merry’s to be wise.
Why should then vain cares perplex us?
why should we not merry be?
While we’re here there’s nought to vex us,
drinking sets our cares all free.
Then let’s have drinking without measure,
let’s have drink while time we have,
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, pleasure,
there’s no drinking in the grave.
PICKING LILIES.
To its own Proper Tune.
DOwn in yon meadow fresh and gay,
Picking lilies the other day,
Picking lilies both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.
