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THE DESERTER'S MEDITATION
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F sadly thinking, with spirits sinking, Could more than drinking my cares compose, A cure for sorrow from sighs I'd borrow, And hope to-morrow would end my woes. • But as in wailing there's nought availing,
And Death unfailing will strike the blow, Then for that reason, and for a season, Let us be merry before we go !
To joy a stranger, a way-worn ranger,
In ev'ry danger my course I've run ; Now hope all ending, and death befriending,
His last aid lending, my cares are done ; No more a rover, or hapless lover,
My griefs are over—-my glass runs low; Then for that reason, and for a season,
Let us be merry before we go ! |
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THE MONKS OF THE SCREW
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HEN Saint Patrick this order established, He called us the " Monks of the Screw " ; Good rules he revealed to our Abbot To guide us in what we should do; But first he replenished our fountain
With liquor the best in the sky; And he said, on the word of a saint, That the fountain should never run dry.
1 The " Order of St. Patrick," or " Monks of the Screw," was a convivial society, intended to discover and encourage the wit, humour, and intellectual power of its members. |
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