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THE TIPPLER TO HIS BOTTLE.
What hast thou ever done for me?
Defeated every good endeavor,
I never can through life agree
To place my confidence in thee,
No, never! no, never!
Defeated every good endeavor,
I never can through life agree
To place my confidence in thee,
No, never! no, never!
Often have I thy stream admired,
Thou nothing hast availed me ever,
Vain have I thought myself inspired;
Say have I else but pain acquired?
Not ever! no, never!
Thou nothing hast availed me ever,
Vain have I thought myself inspired;
Say have I else but pain acquired?
Not ever! no, never!
No earthly good, no stream of health,
Flows from thy fount thou cheerful giver,
From thee affluence sinks to stealth,
From thee I pluck no bloom of health,
Whatever! no, never!
Flows from thy fount thou cheerful giver,
From thee affluence sinks to stealth,
From thee I pluck no bloom of health,
Whatever! no, never!
Thou canst impart a noble mind,
Power from my tongue flows like a river,
The gas flows dead I'm left behind,
To all that's evil down conjured,
To flourish more, never!
Power from my tongue flows like a river,
The gas flows dead I'm left behind,
To all that's evil down conjured,
To flourish more, never!
With thee I must thro' life complain,
Thy powers at large will union sever,
Disgorge no more thy killing bane,
The bird, hope, flies from thee in vain,
To return more, never!
Thy powers at large will union sever,
Disgorge no more thy killing bane,
The bird, hope, flies from thee in vain,
To return more, never!
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