PUBLIC LIBRARY

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407706A

ASTOR, LENOX AND
TILDEN RO.DATIONS
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1929

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ILL your glasses, banish grief,
FOS

Laugh, and worldly cares defpife ;
Sorrows ne'er will bring relief,

Joys, from drinking, may arise.
For, wliy should we for worldly care,
Spoil what nature's made fo fair :

Then drink, and fet your hearts at reft;

And of a bad bargain make the best.
Busy minds, we know, alas !
With imagination run į
Like the sand, in the hour-glass,
Runs and runs, and still runs on.
Never knowing where to stay,
But uneasy every way:

Then drink, &c.

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Some pursue the winged wealth, Others to honour doth aspire ; Give me freedom, give me health, That's the sum of

my

desire. Altho' the world doth more prefent, It addeth not to my content:

Then drink, &c.

Love, when mingled with good wine,
Makes the heart both light and free;
Let it rain, snow, or shine,
Still its the same thing unto me.
For there's no standing 'gainst our fate,
Daily changes on us wait :

Then drink, &c.

SONG 2.

THE SOLDIER'S MEDLEY.
THI

HE lark was up, and the morning grey,
The drummer beat the reveille ;
And jolly soldiers on the ground,
In peaceful camp flept safe and found :
Only one poor soldier, who
Nought but love could e'er fubdue,
Wander'd to a neighb'ring grove,
There to vent his plaints and love.

O! women are lovely dangerous things, Their sweets, like the bees, are mingled with stings; They're not to be had without care and cost; They're hard to be kept, and easily lost : In seeking a fair one, I found to my smart, I knew not the way I lost my own heart, I knew not the way I loit my own heart,

Too fondly once I thought to win the lovely

charmer, And ev'ry method try'd in hopes to make her

warmer : But all my hopes are over, what scheme then can

I try?
But, like a hapless lover, here lay me down and die.

As on the ground he lay,
Minerva came that way,
In arms bright and gay,
And thus to him did say :

Rise, foldier, rise;—the drummer beats to arms, Hark to the loud alarms ; Hang her beauty, mind your duty, Think not of her charms. Rife, foldier, rise ;- I'll take you by the hand, And lead you to the land, And give you the command Of a chosen band.

Rise, foldier, rife;
Don't be ftupid,

Drive away Cupid,

Think on Minerva's wife advice;
Soldier, go home, go home,
Ne'er mind your mistress’s fcorn;

Slight, flight her again,

Slight, fight her again,
For Bighted love should flights return.

The foldier, then rose from his am'rous floth,,

And hailed away to his duty ;
Swore to Minerva a terrible oath,
He'd never think more of her beauty.
Sing bachelor bluff, bachelor bluff,
Hey for a heart as stout, as a buf.

Those that live single they never wear horns,

Those that live fingle are happy ; Those that are married do lye, upon thorns, They always go ragged and shabby. Sing cuckolds come dig, cuckolds come dig, Round about cuckolds come dance to my jig.

Those that live single do ne'er fear a rout,

Nothing to them can be sweeter ; They have no wife for to simper and pout, Crying, How can you leave me, dear Peter ? Sing batchelor bluff, batchelor bluff, Hey for a heart as stout as: a buff.

Ye belles and flirts, that are fo fair,

Say, are not soldiers form’d for love?