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discordant in conversation, was rich and sweet when he sang.
"The Bachelor! The Bachelor!
The man who lives in joy!
Whose cares are few, whose friends are true,
Whose peace holds no alloy;
Who lights his pipe and fills his bowl,
Cries 'Fie!' to care and strifeO!
Who takes a sip from ev'ry lip
And leads a merry lifeO!
"God bless the jolly Bachelor,
Who's ever blithe and gay;
Who, when he won't, my lad, he don't,
And when he would, he may!"
Miles grinned across through the intermingling smoke. Hunter Brough tinkled the strings and went on.
"The Bachelor! The Bachelor!
The wight who lives alone,
With friends to share his pleasures fair,
But none to hear his moan;
