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THE HUM.
Push about the brisk bowl, 'twill enliven the heart,
While thus we sit round on the—stay!
What business have I an old song to impart,
When I, Sirs, a new one can say, can say,
When I, Sirs, a new one can say.
While thus we sit round on the—stay!
What business have I an old song to impart,
When I, Sirs, a new one can say, can say,
When I, Sirs, a new one can say.
What shall I first say, or what shall I first do?
What best will my bad voice become?
Why, faith, Sirs, I'll strive by my verses to shew,
That life is, alas! but a Hum.
What best will my bad voice become?
Why, faith, Sirs, I'll strive by my verses to shew,
That life is, alas! but a Hum.
Children weep at their birth, and old men when they dye,
At death the most happy look glum;
At our entrance and exit we equally cry,
Which proves our life's plainly a Hum.
At death the most happy look glum;
At our entrance and exit we equally cry,
Which proves our life's plainly a Hum.
Law and physic you see will make sure of the fee,
What advice to you gratis will come;
If poor, you are lost, tho' merit you boast,
For worth without wealth is a hum.
What advice to you gratis will come;
If poor, you are lost, tho' merit you boast,
For worth without wealth is a hum.
Acquaintance pretend that your fortunes they'll mend,
And vow to your service they'll come;
But be you in need, and you'll find that indeed,
Modern Friendship is merely a hum.
And vow to your service they'll come;
But be you in need, and you'll find that indeed,
Modern Friendship is merely a hum.
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When some ladies kneel, small devotion they feel
(But let us be modest and mum)
At the altar they bow, but 'tis only for shew,
Religion with them is a hum.
(But let us be modest and mum)
At the altar they bow, but 'tis only for shew,
Religion with them is a hum.
We are hum'd from our birth, 'till we're hum'd into earth,
To an end of our jokes then we come:
Take your glass my brisk brother, and I'll take another,
And thus make the most of a hum, a hum,
And let's make the most of a hum.
To an end of our jokes then we come:
Take your glass my brisk brother, and I'll take another,
And thus make the most of a hum, a hum,
And let's make the most of a hum.
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