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, whoop, my brave boys! who love frolic and fun,

To sit all day boozing, and bask in the sun!

Let him come at my whistle, & seat himself here

Like a brave jolly fellow, and toss off his beer.

'Twas just at the door of the alehouse he stood,

At the old Cat & Bagpipes, there close by the wood;

You go fast by the church, and turn down the left hand,

Just beyond it the stocks and the whipping-post stand.

'Twas on the long bench there, beneath the old oak,

Whose shade's so refreshing, Tom Toper thus spoke:

Snip heard him, the tailor, just over the way,

And was down in a twinkling to hear him so say:

That's right brother Snip, here together we'll stitch,

If you'll cut into tune, into rhyme I will hitch;

So let the dull souls on the shop-board seek wealth,

Whilst that you and I hiccup each other's good health.