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269 Thou hast a nest, for thy love and thy rest:

And, though little troubled with sloth,

Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth

To be such a Traveller as I.

Happy, happy Liver!

With a soul as strong as a mountain River,

Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver,

Joy and jollity be with us both!

Hearing thee, or else some other,

As merry a Brother,

I on the earth will go plodding on,

By myself, cheerfully, till the day is done.