?0? BACCHANALIAN CRO(OKEEN LAWN. LST the farmer praise his grounds, As the huntsman does his hounds And the shepherd his sweet=scented lawn, While [ more blest than they, Spend each happy night and day With my smiling little crous-keen lawn? lawn, Oh, my smiling little crees-keen lawn. Leanto rums crees-keen $leafite gat ma veer meh neon Argus gramachree ma cooleon ban, ban, ban, ?kt'gtm gr?tmachree ma coolees ban. In com't with manly grace, Should Sir Toby plead his case, And the merits of his entree make known Without his eheerful glass He'd he stupid as an ass, So he takes a little croos-keon lawn. Leante rums, ?e. Then fill your glasses high, Let's not part with lips so dry, Though the lark should proclaim it dawn; ?ut if we can't remain, ?V[ay we shortly meet again, To fill another eroos-keen lawn. Le?nto rmna, And when ?q*im death appem, After few but happy years, And tells me my glass it is run, I'll say, begqne you slave, For great Bacchus gives me lave Jus. t to. ill! another_ cr5os-?een lavv? .. _ Loante rums,
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