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7 Thy lively wit, and prudence rare, Shall still be present, tho’ we sunder. Dear nymph, believe thy swain in this. You’ll ne’er engage a heart that’s kinder; Then seal a promise with a kiss, Always to love me, tho’ we sunder.

HOW STANDS THE GLASS AROUND.

How stands the glass around? For shame, ye take no care, my boys; How stands the glass around? Let mirth and wine abound. The trumpets sound, The colours they are flying, boys. To fight, kill, or wound, May we still be found Content with our hard fate, my boys, On the cold ground.

Why, soldiers, why, Should we be melancholy, boys? Why soldiers, why. Whose business ’tis to die! What—sighing?—fie; Don’t fear, drink on, be jolly, boys; ’Tis he, you, or I— Cold, hot, wet, or dry, We’re always bound to follow, boys, And scorn to fly.