BACCHANALIAN SONGS. And may it on 'my tomb be told (I cannot think 'twouM be a sin) Engraved at length in words of gold, The rogo? he loved a glass of gin ?t" �Derry do?n, ?.. ? lADIES' D?G I?tONG. LET topers drain the flowing bowl, And tipsy get for me; I ne'er their orgies shell control, $o I've a bowl of tea; And let them jeer, and drink, and smoke? And stir up mirth and glee; I'll stir up (pleasure to provoke) A smoking cop of tee.. When round the booxxl the old and young With characters make free, Tbe pivot of the prattling tongue, What oils so well as tea? B?Tsorrow bid, should we take down oyeau or ratifie, What can the fumes so fairly drown As qualifying Tbe type of life, its joys and cares, This beverage we see; The vital stream tim water wears, '/'he bitters are the tea; West-India's produce m-e the sweets; And while they thus agree, in �mexn the happy medium meets That life corrects and tea. Then let the great ?nd rich give Pomp, pride, end podikq'ee , We find distinctions every day Levelled by de.?th and tea; D,g,t,zeobyGoo?[c
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