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But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You Seize The Flower, It's Bloom Is Shed; Or, Like The Snow-fall In The River, A Moment White, Then Melts Forever.

John Barleycorn Was A Hero Bold, Of Noble Enterprise, For If You Do But Taste His Blood, 'twill Make Your Courage Rise, Twill Make A Man Forget His Wo; 'twill Heighten All His Joy.

The Wisest Man The Warl' E'er Saw, He Dearly Loved The Lasses, O.

A Women Can Make An Average Man Great, And A Great Man Average.

There's Some Are Fou O' Love Divine; There's Some Are Fou O' Brandy.