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PUNCH SONG.
(This song is not after Horace,
But a later poet, Morris.)
Near the white-topped almond cake,
Love, be jolly for my sake;
Pass the goblets round with care,
Pledge me in this beverage rare.
Pledge me, Love! for who knowéth
What thing after punch cométh?
Shall we mourn an empty bowl,
Or set sorrow on our soul?
Mellowed by this golden cup
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