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 You pretty damſels that round me are lying,

now I am taking my laſt farewel:

You pretty birds that round me are flying,

let your ſweet notes ring my paſſing bell.

For I'm a damſel that's quite broken hearted,

afflicted with ſorrow grief and woe,

Then with a ſorrowful ſigh ſhe departed,

love is the occaſion of my overthrow.

Right glory is a trifle and ſo is ambition,

I deſpiſe the heart and a lofty condition,

For pride is a folly for it I'll not contend,

But I will enjoy my bottle and friend,

In a little cloſe room ſo neat and ſo trim,

O there I'll enjoy my bottle and friend.

While thus I'm ſingle, I'm utterly a ſtranger,

I'm free from all care, and I'm quite out of danger,

I've no wife to controul me, when my money I ſpend,

So freely to purchaſe my bottle and friend. &c.

In the bands of wedlock l'll never be confin'd,

To that thing that's called the falſe woman kind,

They laugh at men's folly, our money they'll ſpend,

I'd rather enjoy my bottle and friend &c.

There's George and Lewis for kingdoms jangling,

And miſers for gold are always a wrangling,

Let them fight on their kingdoms to extend,

But give me, O give me my bottle and friend. &c.

We are all jovial fellows, we're all jovial rangers,

We never will part while the ſun ſhines upon us,

So let us be merry for we never will mend,

But always enjoy cut bottle and friend. &c.

The night being gone and morning came upon us,

Our money being ſpent, & the landlord won't lend us,

Let us go home and ſleep, this day for to ſpend,

And at night we'll enjoy our bottle and friend, &c.