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Preface to the Reader, which serves also for Invocation.
Gentle Reader!
Poets there were, in ages back,
Who sung the fame of the bonny Black Iack;
Others tuned harmonious lans
In the Leathern Bottle's praise;
Shall not I then lift my quill,
To hymn a measure brighter still?
Who sung the fame of the bonny Black Iack;
Others tuned harmonious lans
In the Leathern Bottle's praise;
Shall not I then lift my quill,
To hymn a measure brighter still?
Maidens, who Helicon's hill resort,
Aid me to chaunt of the Pewter Quart.
Aid me to chaunt of the Pewter Quart.
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