Th J B : A C（7 / 8）

&039; that;

but clear your decks, and here&039;s—“the sex!”

i like the jads for a&039; that

chor

for a&039; that, an&039; a&039; that,

an&039; ice as uckle&039;s a&039; that;

y dearest bid, to do the guid,

they&039;re wele till&039;t for a&039; that

recitativo

sang the bard—and nansie&039;s wa&039;s

shook with a thunder of appe,

re-echo&039;d fro each outh!

they too&039;d their pocks, they pawn&039;d their duds,

they scarcely left to &039;er their fuds,

to ench their lo drouth:

then owre aga, the jovial thrang

the poet did reest

to lowse his pack an&039; wale a sang,

a bald o&039; the best;

he risg, rejoicg,

beeen his a deborahs,

looks round hi, an&039; found the

ipatient for the chor

air

tune—“jolly ortals, fill your gsses”

see the sokg bowl before ,

ark our jovial ragd rg!

round and round take up the chor,

and raptures let sg—

chor

a fig for those by w protected!

liberty&039;s a glorio feast!

urts for wards were erected,

churches built to please the priest

what is title, what is treasure,

what is reputation&039;s care?

if we lead a life of pleasure,

&039;tis no atter how or where!

a fig for, c

with the ready trick and fable,

round we wander all the day;

and at night barn or stable,

hug our doxies on the hay

a fig for, c

does the tra-attended carria

thro&039; the untry lighter rove?

does the ber bed of arria

witness brighter scenes of love?

a fig for, c

life is al a varioru,

we regard not how it goes;

let the cant about deru,

who have character to lose

a fig for, c

here&039;s to budts, bags and wallets!

here&039;s to all the wanderg tra

here&039;s our ragd brats and callets,