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O W bleſt are the beggar-laſſes, who never toil for treaſure! Who know no care, but now to ſhare each day ſucceſſive pleaſure.

Drink away, let's be gay, beggars ſtill with bliſs abound, Mirth and joy ne'er can cloy. whilſt the ſparkling glaſs goes round.

A fig for gaudy faſhions no want of clothes oppreſſes; We live at eaſe with rags and fleas, we value not our dreſſes. Drink, &c.

We ſcorn all Ladies waſhes, with which they ſpoil each feature, No patch and paint our beauty want. we live in ſimple nature. Drink, &c.

To cholick, ſpleen, or vapours, at morn, or evening teaze us; We drink no tea, nor ratifia when ſick, a dram can eaſe us. &c.