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WILL BANTER AND JOHN HOWARD.
WILL.
Come, now, let us kick up a dust,
Our master has gone out of school;
Tom Tricky I know will be first,
To break every tyrannous rule.
Our master has gone out of school;
Tom Tricky I know will be first,
To break every tyrannous rule.
Ben Dodd is beginning to swear,
And rips out his oaths in a breath,
But little for God does he care,
Though his friends are half worried to death.
And rips out his oaths in a breath,
But little for God does he care,
Though his friends are half worried to death.
John Howard, come out of that corner,
And join in our frolic, I say,
How can you be acting Jack Horner,
And fumbling your Virgil all day?
And join in our frolic, I say,
How can you be acting Jack Horner,
And fumbling your Virgil all day?
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Excuse me, friend Will, and be quiet,
We have quite time enough for our fun,
Without getting into a riot,
And leaving our studies undone.
We have quite time enough for our fun,
Without getting into a riot,
And leaving our studies undone.
Not manly to me is an oath,
A jest that is gross I despise,
And when I am tempted by both,
Superior to both will I rise.
A jest that is gross I despise,
And when I am tempted by both,
Superior to both will I rise.
I will not join the reckless and rude,
Independent and firm I remain;
I have often your laughter withstood,
And I've courage to bear it again.
Independent and firm I remain;
I have often your laughter withstood,
And I've courage to bear it again.
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