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 15 She marks you down, fly where you will, Over clover, grass, or stubble- Can wing you, feather you, or kill, Just as she takes the trouble. Ah, men, &c.

Then fly not from us, 'tis in vain, We know the art of setting ; As well as fighting, we can train The shyest man our net in. Ah, men, &c.

LET'S DRINK, MY FRIENDS.

Let's drink, my friends, while he we live, The fleeting moments, as they pass, This silent admonition give- To improve our time, and push the glass.

When once we've entered Charon's boat, Farewell to drinking, joys divine! There's not a drop to wet our throat, The grave's a cellar void of wine.

FAREWELL MY DONKEY NEDDY.

Then farewell my donkey Neddy, Scales and panniers all good bye ; Never more you'll hear old Teddy, Through the streets ' Salt cod, O!' cry.