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'Tis your'b to iupport what's fo huppity plann'd ; You've the fandlion of gods and the liatof Jovt. \\ r hilc thus we agree, Our toait let it be,

May our club flourifh happy, united, and fir And long may the fons of Anarreon entwine The myrtle of Venus with Bacchub's vine.

��THERE WAS AN OLD MAN.

jHERE was an old man, and tho' it's not common Yet, if he fuid true, he was born of a woman ; And tho' it's incredible, yet I've been told He was once a mere infant, but age made him old !

Whene'er he was hungry, he'd long for forrve meat, And if he could get it, 'tis laid he would eat ; When thirfty he'd drink, if you gave him a pot, And his liquor, molt commonly ran down his throat.

He feldom or cver'roukl fee without light, And yet, I've been told, he could hear in the night ; He has oiten been awake in the day time, 'tis faid, And has fallen afleep as he lay in his bed.

'Tis reported his tongue always mov'd when hetalkM, And he itirr'd both his arms and his legs when he

wJk'd, And his gait was fo odd, hud you feen him you'd

��For one leg or t'other would always be tirft.

His face was the odd:;ft that ever u-r;s ie?n, For if 'twas not walh'd, it was.

He

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