Poems on several occasions By H. Carey. The Third Edition, much enlarged |
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THE CONFLICT BETWEEN LOVE and WINE. |
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THE CONFLICT BETWEEN LOVE and WINE.
Alone by a lonely Willow
Poor Damon sighing lay,
The Grass was his only Pillow,
Alack! and well-a-day.
Poor Damon sighing lay,
The Grass was his only Pillow,
Alack! and well-a-day.
I came with my Flask,
And I gave him drink;
Had it been a whole Cask
He'd have drank it I think:
And I gave him drink;
Had it been a whole Cask
He'd have drank it I think:
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He danc'd and he sung,
And he caper'd like mad,
And swore he'd have more,
If more could be had.
And he caper'd like mad,
And swore he'd have more,
If more could be had.
But Celia, with Charms surrounded,
Came tripping it o'er the Plain,
The Shepherd afresh was wounded,
And all undone again:
Came tripping it o'er the Plain,
The Shepherd afresh was wounded,
And all undone again:
He call'd her his Goddess, she call'd him an Ass;
I ply'd him again with a cherishing Glass;
He laugh'd at her Scorn, and her Pow'r he defy'd,
And vow'd his dear Bottle shou'd alone be his Bride.
I ply'd him again with a cherishing Glass;
He laugh'd at her Scorn, and her Pow'r he defy'd,
And vow'd his dear Bottle shou'd alone be his Bride.
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