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Touch thee! sure as there's vengeance
In this fist, I'll sear the moon
With thy broken skull!
But—one embrace before thou die:—
(tasting.)
Afloat. 'Tis best to part in friendship.
Ah! thou last some virtues yet:
I always thought 'twas best,
To give the devil his due:
First tack. And—(tasting)—though devil thou art,
Thou hast a pleasant face—
A sparkling eye—a ruby lip—
A blushing cheek—and thy breath—
(tasting)
Half seas over.'Tis sw-e-eter than the
Bre-e-zes that ev-er gambol
Till the break of day
A a mong the beds of roses.
Three sheets in My ho honey (tasting) thou shalt not die.
the wind. I'll stand by thee, day and night,
And fi-ight like Her (hic) cu-les.
I'll re e-each the parson (hic) a little wisdom
I'll preach (hic) tem-per-ance too,
I'll live on mil-(hic)k and honey,
Aground. And (falling) be the ha hap-pi-est man on earth. (hic.)
the death of marmion.
With fruitless labour, Clara bound
And strove to staunch, the gushing wound
The Monk, with unavailing cares,
Exhausted all the Church's prayers.
Ever, he said, that, close and near,
A lady's voice was in his ear,
And that the priest he could not hear,
For that she ever sung.
