Twa weavers/Gaily still the moments roll

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GAILY STILL.

Gaily still the moments roll
While I quaff the flowing bowl,
Care can never reach the soul,
That deeply drinks of Wine,
That deeply drinks of Wine,
Care can never reach the soul,
That deeply, deeply drinks of Wine.

See the Lover pale with grief
Bind his brows m;th willow leaf,
But his heart soon finds relief,
By drinking deep of Wine, &c.

Byes of fire, and lips of dew,
Cheeks that shame the rose’s hue,
What are these to me or you,
That deeply drinks, &c.

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