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 BACCHANALIAN SONGS. THE TRUE HEARTED l'.LIoW. Wrt m pipe in one hand, and my jug in tim erbar I drink to my neighbors and friend, All my eares in a whiff of tobaeco I sm0thi, For life, I know, shortly must end; And while Ceres, most kindly, refills my brOwn With good liquor I'll make myself mellow; L, an old wicker chair I'll seat myself snu', Like a jolly and true hearted felloW. ]['11 ne'er trouble my heed with the earos of the nntion, l've enough of my own for to mind For the cnrs of thi life etro but grief sad vexation, To death we na ell I consign'd; When ['!1 laugh, drink, end smoke, and leave nothing to But o like a pear that is. neeHow, And when eokl in my eoffin, I'll leave them t SKY H'm oe, what �hearty good fellow! THE glasses sparkle on e bo&rd �The wine is ruby bright,  The reign of pleasure is restor Of ease and fond de!h d,y b our Then let, us eut the SOUL;

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