Air LVIII.--Happy Groves.
O cruel, cruel, cruel Case!
Must I suffer this Disgrace?
Air LIX.--Of all the Girls that are so smart.
Of all the Friends in time of Grief,
When threatening Death looks grimmer,
Not one so sure can bring Relief,
As this best Friend, a Brimmer. [Drinks.
Air LX.--Britons strike home.
Since I must swing,----I scorn, I scorn, to wince or whine. [Rises.
Air LXI.--Chevy Chase.
But now again my Spirits sink;
I'll raise them high with Wine.
[Drinks a glass of Wine.
Air LXII.--To old Sir Simon the King.
But Valour the stronger grows,
The stronger Liquor we're drinking;
And how can we feel our Woes
When we've lost the Trouble of Thinking? [Drinks.
Air LXIII.--Joy to Great Caesar.
If thus----A Man can die
Much bolder with Brandy.
[Pours out a Bumper of Brandy.
Air LXIV.--There was an old Woman.
So I drink off this Bumper.----And now I can stand the Test.
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