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<DATE>2014-09-24</DATE>
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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B140518.apex.</ITEM>
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<STC T="G">C.20.f.10[61]</STC>
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<HEAD>The Merry Boys of Europe.</HEAD>
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<Q><LG>
<L>No Liquor like the brisk Canary,</L>
<L>It makes the dull Soul blith and merry;</L>
<L>It helps the Back, prolongs the Life,</L>
<L>And is much better then a Wife.</L>
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<OPENER><HI>To the Tune of, <HI>Now, now the Fight's done,</HI> &amp;c.</HI></OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>a man with a cask</FIGDESC>
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<FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>two men, each holding his hat</FIGDESC>
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<LG>
<L><HI>I</HI>'Le Drink of my Bottle each night for my &s;hare,</L>
<L>And as for a Mi&s;tris I'le never take care;</L>
<L>The one makes me jolly and evermore gay,</L>
<L>But a Mi&s;tris de&s;troys by her &s;porting and play;</L>
<L>She drains all my Blood till I look quite as pale</L>
<L>As a Thief that's half-&s;tarved, long kept in a Goal.</L>
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<LG>
<L>She infeebles my Nerves, and doth &s;horten my life,</L>
<L>And empties my Pockets, and &s;o will a Wife;</L>
<L>Then Women make A&s;&s;es of tho&s;e that you can,</L>
<L>I'le find out a Comrade, &s;ome jolly young-man;</L>
<L>And in our full Gla&s;&s;es we'l laugh and we'l je&s;t,</L>
<L>So perhaps for diver&s;ion we'l drink to the be&s;t.</L>
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<LG>
<L>When our &s;en&s;es are drown'd, &amp; our eyes they do pink</L>
<L>And our &s;elves do not know what we &s;ay or do think;</L>
<L>Our wits we conceive are far better then they,</L>
<L>Who to the Sack-Bottle could ne'r find the way:</L>
<L>Then a Pox of tho&s;e Mi&s;ers who hourly do &s;crape,</L>
<L>And knows not the virtue that lies in the Grape.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then Beauties farewel, for I'lene'r be your &s;lave,</L>
<L>Nor for your fair looks &s;igh my &s;elf to a Grave,</L>
<L>But the Bottle I'le hug, which pre&s;erveth my life,</L>
<L>Puts an end to my &s;orrows, and bani&s;heth &s;trife:</L>
<L>When my thread it is &s;pun; &amp; my hour comes to dye;</L>
<L>Like <HI>Diogenes</HI> I&punc; in a Sack-Butt will lye.</L>
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<LG>
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<L>And that clo&s;e <HI>Wain&s;cot-</HI>room &s;hall my body confine,</L>
<L>Who valued not women, but loved good wine;</L>
<L>To <HI>Bacchus</HI> I'le &s;urely be a Sacrifice,</L>
<L>And ne'r be intangled by Ladies fair eyes;</L>
<L>Who&s;e delight is to &s;ee men to &s;igh and to mourn,</L>
<L>And their eyes they do fea&s;t when they &s;ee men forlorn.</L>
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<LG>
<L>What a fool is that man that will bow &amp; will cringe</L>
<L>To beauty, &s;o he doth his freedom infringe;</L>
<L>And whil&s;t he might live and for ever be free,</L>
<L>Him&s;elf he deprives of his chief Liberty;</L>
<L>His re&s;t it is lo&s;t and his &s;pirits do fail,</L>
<L>He's a foe to him&s;elf and doth build his own Goal.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then give me the Lad that will &s;wim in the Bottle,</L>
<L>And not in &s;alt water like vex'd <HI>Ari&s;totle;</HI></L>
<L>For had he but then been acquainted with Sack,</L>
<L>His Iudgment in tides he never would lack;</L>
<L>When he by his &s;tudy his brains did confound,</L>
<L>He leapt in the Ocean, and there he was drown'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But this Liquor of Life which I &s;o much commend</L>
<L>To e'ry true Toper, will prove a true friend,</L>
<L>And wa&s;h from his heart all his &s;orrow and care,</L>
<L>In Poverty keep him from doubt and di&s;pair:</L>
<L>Then who can but love this unparallel'd thing.</L>
<L>That makes nobles of pea&s;ants, &amp; is drink for a King.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If the mind be di&s;turb'd, take this Liquor but free,</L>
<L>And you'l find in a moment you cured will be:</L>
<L>If you grieve or do mourn for the lo&s;s of a friend,</L>
<L>This Liquor undoubtedly comfort will lend;</L>
<L>'Tis good for all Men, and in every condition,</L>
<L>Will keep them from charge of a prating Phy&s;itian.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then matchle&s;s Canary I'le &s;ing forth thy fame,</L>
<L>And will again&s;t Beauty for ever exclaim,</L>
<L>For he that doth once fall in love with the Vine,</L>
<L>VVill never have rea&s;on at all to repine;</L>
<L>For it cheers our dull &s;ouls, while we merrily &s;ing,</L>
<L><HI>Long live</HI> Charles <HI>the &s;econd, our Soveraign King.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>In the height of our &s;port we no <HI>Trea&s;on</HI> con&s;pire,</L>
<L>To be brisk and be merry is all our de&s;ire;</L>
<L>Our hearts have no harbour for any ill thought,</L>
<L>We de&s;pi&s;e &s;pight and malice and all that is nought:</L>
<L>And in our full Bumpers we'l laugh and we'l &s;ing,</L>
<L>And for our diver&s;ion we'l drink to the King.</L>
</LG>
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<P>Printed for <HI>J. Clarke,</HI> at the Hor&s;e-&s;hooe, in We&s;t-&s;mith-field, between the <HI>Ho&s;pital-</HI>Gate and <HI>Duck-Lane</HI> end.</P>
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