BACCHANALIAN SONGS. THE TRUE HEARTED l?'.LIoW. W?r?t m? pipe in one hand, and my jug in tim erbar I drink to my neighbors and friend, All my eares in a whiff of tobaeco I sm0th?i,? For life, I know, shortly must end; And while Ceres, most kindly, refills my brOwn With good liquor I'll make myself mellow; L,? an old wicker chair I'll seat myself snu?', Like a jolly and true hearted felloW. ]['11 ne'er trouble my heed with the earos of the nntion, l've enough of my own for to mind? For the cnr?s of thi? life etro but grief sad vexation, To death we na? ell I? consign'd; When ['!1 laugh, drink, end smoke, and leave nothing to But ?o? like a pear that is. neeHow, And when eokl in my eoffin, I'll leave them t? SKY H?'m ?o?e, what �hearty good fellow! THE glasses sparkle on ?e bo&rd? �The wine is ruby bright, ? The reign of pleasure is restor? Of ease and fond de!h d,y b our Then let, us ?eut the SOUL;
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