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Nor does it matter how the dinner sped,
How John was drunk to, patronized and fed.
The viands and the wines went round galore,
His health was drunk a score of times and more,
As he some proper gentleman had been,
And much he wonder'd what it all could mean.
How John was drunk to, patronized and fed.
The viands and the wines went round galore,
His health was drunk a score of times and more,
As he some proper gentleman had been,
And much he wonder'd what it all could mean.
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