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6 To rosy bacchus god of wine,

To rosy bacchus god of wine,

Who does each joy reveal,

Who dose each joy reveal,

Here's a health, &c.

There's absolution you'll receive,

You blue eye'd nuns so fair,

And benediction we will give,

And benediction we will give,

So banish all your cares,

Here's a health, &c.

So fill your bumpers sons of mirth,

Let Friars be the toast;

Long may they all exist to earth,

Long may they all exist on earth,

And nuns their order boast,

And nuns their order boast,

Here's a health, &c.

My fond shepherds of late were so blest,

Their fair nymphs were so happy and gay,

That each night they went safely to rest,

And they merrily sung throʻ the day.

But ah, what a scene must appear,

Must the sweet rural pastime be o'er,

Shall the tabor, the tabor no more strike the ear,

Shall the dance on the green be no more.