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Tune, Jocky blyth and gay.
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SWIFT, Sandy, Young and Gay,
Are still my hearts delight,
I sing their sangs by day,
And read their tales at night.
If frae their books I be,
‘Tis dullness then with me;
But when these stars appear,
Jokes, smiles and wit shine clear.
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SWIFT with uncommon stile,
And wit that flows with ease,
Instructs us with a smile,
And never fails to please.
Bright Sandy greatly sings
Of heroes, Gods and kings:
He well deserves the bays,
And ev’ry Briton’s praise.
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While thus our Homer shines;
Young, with Horacian flame,
Corrects these false designs
We push in love of fame.
Blyth Gay in pawky strains,
Makes villains, clowns and swains
Reprove, with biting leer,
Those in a higher sphere.
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SWIFT, Sandy, Young, and Gay,
Long may you give delight;
Let all the dunces bray,
You’re far above their spite:
Such, from a malice sour,
Write nonsence, lame and poor,
Which never can succeed,
For, who the trash will read?
