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A BUDGET OF BIRTH DAYS.

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(TUNE, OLD IRISH AIR.)

A Birth-day's a birth-day, deny it who can,
Sing farinana, sing farinanee!
And tho' born to trouble, our life's but a span,
Sing farinana, &c.
Then with why, what, and wherefore, ne'er trouble your head,
Since we're all of us born, but we're none of us dead.
Fol de rol, &c.
The Miser's best joy is the birth of his pelf;
The birth of a Poet is sung by himself;
The Hero for honour resigns up his breath,
For the birth-day of Honour's the banquet of Death.
From the birth of Attornies must heirs at law fall;
And the birth of a Doctor's a dose for us all;
May each Minister's birth prove a politic thing,
And a Patriot be born in the birth of each King.

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May the birth of good fellowship daily increase,
And Plenty enliven the birth-day of Peace;
The birth-right of Freedom may Britons maintain,
And the birth of her foes turn out labour in vain.