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To the Tune of, Auld Sir Symon the King.
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COme here’s to the nymph that I love!
Away ye vain sorrows, away:
Far, far from my bosom be gone,
All there shall be pleasant and gay.
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Far hence be the sad and the pensive,
Come fill up the glasses around,
We’ll drink till our faces be ruddy,
And all our vain sorrows are drown’d.
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‘Tis done and my fancy’s exulting
With every gay blooming desire,
My blood with brisk ardour is glowing,
Soft pleasures my bosom inspire.
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My soul now to love is disolving,
Oh fate! had I here my fair charmer,
I’d clasp her, I’d clasp her so eager,
Of all her disdain, I’d disarm her.
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But hold, what has love to do here
With his troops of vain cares in aray,
Avaunt idle pensive intruder, –
He triumphs he will not away.
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I’ll drown him, come give me a bumper;
Young Cupid, here’s to thy confusion. –
Now, now, he’s departing, he’s vanquish’d,
Adieu to his anxious delusion.
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Come, jolly God Bacchus, here’s to thee;
Huzza boys, huzza boys, huzza,
Sing Iô, sing Iô to Bacchus –
Hence all ye dull thinkers withdraw.
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Come, what shou’d we do but be jovial,
Come tune up your voices and sing;
What soul is so dull to be heavy,
When wine set’s our fancies on wing.
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Come, Pegasus lies in this bottle,
He’ll mount us, he’ll mount us on high,
Each of us a gallant young Perseus,
Sublime we’ll ascend to the sky.
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Come mount, or adieu, I arise,
In seas of wide Æther I’m drown’d,
The clouds far beneath me are sailing,
I see the spheres whirling around.
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What darkness, what ratling is this,
Thro’ Chaos’ dark regions I’m hurl’d,
And now, – oh my head it is knockt,
Upon some confounded new world.
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Now, now these dark shades are retiring,
See yonder bright blazes a star,
Where am I? – behold the Empyreum,
With flaming light streaming from far.
– New Words by Different Hands.
