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 Belov'd I live, drink more than eat, Renown'd thro' all the Britih Fleet, Jaundice, and Dropy all I fear, Jut entring on my Fiftieth Year.


 * Daughter, whom our Youth admire,

No matter whom he calls her Sire, With Care I to the Buines breed, Her far fam'd Mother to ucceed, When Time, more potent Punch, and Beer Shall put a Stop to my Career.


 * far thro' Life&apos;s odd, checker'd Scenes,

My much lov'd LODGE, I've found the means To pas till ound, to Fate reign'd, My Noe unhaken as my Mind!


 * we ten Times our Youth retor'd,

Ten Times, dear LODGE, we mut have whor'd; Bright VENUS reigning at our Birth, Detin'd us both for Love, and Mirth: But