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The Drum.
A Dialogue between Amoret and Eugenia.
Amoret.My bus'ness is Play;
I dress, and away
To Drums ev'ry day: Nor think of to-morrow.
At six I begin,
Till midnight am in,
May trust if I win; Or lose till I borrow:
I hear the charming Drum,
And cannot stay at home;
For oh the joy of drumming, drumming, drumming for ever.
I ogle and chat,
Take snuff, and all that,
And love to make a prize, Of the heart I despise.
Eugenia.
My pastime is Play,
To drive care away:
But living to day, I think of to-morrow:
I draw, play a Tune,
Or, working till Noon,
At night twice a moon, From reading I borrow:
I hear the charming Drum,
But chuse to stay at home;
For oh the shame of drumming, drumming, drumming for ever.
I ogle not, or chat,
Take snuff, and all that,
And hate to make a prize, Of the heart I despise.
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