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Now Bacchus perceiving

The lady was grieving,

He spoke to her civil, and tipp'd her a wink; And the more that she fretted,

He soother'd and petted,

And gave her a glass her own health just to dhrink;

Her pulse it beat quicker,

The thrifle of liquor

Enliven'd her sinking heart's cockles, I think

So the moral is plain,

That if love gives you pain,

There's nothing can cure it like taking to dhrink.

THE FAIRY BOY.

A MOTHER came, when stars were paling,
Wailing round a lonely spring,
Thus she cried while tears were falling,
Calling on the Fairy King:
"Why, with spells my child caressing,
Courting him with fairy joy,
Why destroy a mother's blessing,
Wherefore steal my baby boy?

"O'er the mountain, thro' the wild wood,
Where his childhood loved to play,
Where the flow'rs are freshly springing,
There I wander, day by day;

There I wander, growing fonder
Of the child that made my Joy
On the echoes wildly calling
To restore my fairy boy.

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“But in vain my plaintive calling,
Tears are falling all in vain,
He now sports with fairy pleasure,
He's the treasure of their train !
Fare thee well! my child, for ever,
In this world I've lost my joy,
But in the next we ne'er shall sever,
There I'll find my angel boy."