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, come, merry hearts, nor play sadly your parts,
 * In the drama of Life we've assigned us,

Let us sing and be gay, as the wild birds in May,
 * Leaving Care, the old varlet, behind us.

Let the goblet and bowl chase all grief from the soul,
 * Be good humour the guest of to-night,

While in bumpers we toast the dear girl we love most,
 * And by singing put Sorrow to flight.
 * For the grape was designed for the good of mankind,
 * And the juice of its berry we know,
 * By Dame Nature was sent with the kindest intent,
 * To lessen the world of its woe!

Then be not ungrateful, refuse not to taste
 * This antidote sent to our pain,

Bright hours like the present were not sent us to waste,
 * Once gone boys, they'll ne'er come again.

Old Time in his might as he urges their flight,
 * When he sees us so merry and blythe,

In his trembling hand, though he carries the sand,
 * May forget the sad use of his scythe.
 * For the grape was designed, &c.

judge by outward appearances. Who would ever imagine there was milk in a cocoa nut?