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Then fill up the glasses, dear boys,

and make the best use of your time;

For believe me, there's nothing surpasses,

the joys of dear women and wine.

Since life is at best but a span,

I, as good to be merry as not,

We'll happily live while we can;

for sorrow brings nothing but thought.

We'd rattle away with the lasses,

and crack a gay with our friends,

So thus our time merrily passes,

In taking the world as God sends,

Hang money ! it's no hing but trash,

we'd be merry, though so poor;

When we have it, we cut a great dash,

when it's gone, we ne'er think of it more.

So let me be wealth or not,

my spirits are always the same,

Quite free of every dull thought,

and happy Dick Dawson's my name.

MY WILLIE WAS A SAILOR BOLD.

My Willie was a sailor bold,

He lov'd no other lass but me;

To earn for Ann a store of gold,

My constant Willie went to sea.