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To keep myself sober among the sweet creatures, So rose just before I was knock'd up completely But, on bidding good-bye, Just to wet t'other eye, Doch-an-doris, a drink at the door I must taste; As there was no denying; They found me complying, And tipsey---the bottle came round so fast. At a snug monthly club, where we always meet weekly, They white-wash'd the wall all red over with brushes, Becase, 'twas observ'd by myself, most obliquely, Our features look'd fairest when cover'd with blushes: Here we tall and we drink, And leave others to think; Oh! the brave jolly moments I with them have pass'd,                      And tho' quite a full table, To rise am unable, Till tipsey--the bottle came round so fast.

One day, in my cups, I was merrily rowing, A friend took my part, says he;. "Pat, why                      you're tipsey!                 Arrah! where have you been, now? and where                       are you going?                    You've din'd hard, drank hard, and are quite                       non se ipse." Says I, pratting elf! No, I din'd by myself, The way to keep sober I've plann'd out at last; But to rise from the table, Till drunk I wasn't able, Becase--stil! the bottle came round so fast.

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