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226 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Pray where is the need
To purge, blister and bleed ? When, ailing yourselves, the whole faculty owns
That the forms of old Galen
Are not so prevailing As mirth with good claret,—and bumpers, Squire Jones !
Ye fox-hunters eke, That follow the call of the horn and the hound,
Who your ladies forsake
Before they're awake,
To beat up the brake Where the vermin is found : —
Leave Piper and Blueman,
Shrill Duchess and Trueman,— No music is found in such dissonant tones !
Would you ravish your ears
With the songs of the spheres, Hark away to the claret,—a bumper, Squire Jones ! |
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