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A SONG, upon Hope.
Ye friends of true mirth, come to Ryan's, away!
Here's what cheers the heart and adds light to the day;
Say who would refuse to give pleasure full scope?
As long as he finds he has something to hope.
Here's what cheers the heart and adds light to the day;
Say who would refuse to give pleasure full scope?
As long as he finds he has something to hope.
Sing tantarrara, hope all.
In vain may distresses attempt to perplex,
And the spleen and the vapours assemble to vex;
We'll laugh at a pistol, or poison, or rope,
For who'd chuse to die, that has something to hope.
And the spleen and the vapours assemble to vex;
We'll laugh at a pistol, or poison, or rope,
For who'd chuse to die, that has something to hope.
Sing tantarrara, &c.
Let the world look askance, we disdain to repine,
If our spirits are low, then we'll raise them with wine;
Tho' fortune may frown, she'll ne'er make me a mope,
Nor can I be sad, while enliven'd by hope.
If our spirits are low, then we'll raise them with wine;
Tho' fortune may frown, she'll ne'er make me a mope,
Nor can I be sad, while enliven'd by hope.
Sing tantarrara, &c.
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The fancy can plague, or for losses attone;
Make a palace a jail, or a prison a throne;
And from thrones often princes have wish'd to elope,
At a summit so high, having nothing to hope.
Make a palace a jail, or a prison a throne;
And from thrones often princes have wish'd to elope,
At a summit so high, having nothing to hope.
Sing tantarrara, &c.
Let monarchs unenvy'd, enjoy regal state,
The man of true sense, is resign'd to his fate;
I aim not at being a king, or a pope;
I'm greater than Cæsar, while cherish'd by hope.
The man of true sense, is resign'd to his fate;
I aim not at being a king, or a pope;
I'm greater than Cæsar, while cherish'd by hope.
Sing tantarrara, &c.
Tho' Polly complain that I'm noisy and rude,
Whom long I have courted, whom long I've pursu'd;
I'll tell her, in short, without figure, or trope,
There are women enough for whose love I may hope.
Whom long I have courted, whom long I've pursu'd;
I'll tell her, in short, without figure, or trope,
There are women enough for whose love I may hope.
Sing tantarrara, &c.
My brethren, let care in a bumper be drown'd,
True happiness seldom is any where found;
In vain for the bliss may philosophers grope,
In the end they must rest them contented with hope.
True happiness seldom is any where found;
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In the end they must rest them contented with hope.
Sing tantarrara, &c.
'Tis hope that can drive discontent from the soul,
And the chace we'll complete, with a full brimming bowl.
While with each man around us, we're able to cope,
And despise the dull wretch that abandons his hope.
And the chace we'll complete, with a full brimming bowl.
While with each man around us, we're able to cope,
And despise the dull wretch that abandons his hope.
Sing tantarrara, hope all.
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