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Our glasses fiU'd, advance thy toast, and let us have 



it soon, 

 I'll give thee, honest Angler, then, this glorious 



month of June, 

 E viva, e viva, we join the merry tune. 



Let lazy hounds go seek the shade, and nurse the 



sluggard's dream ; 

 The stupid dolts, to sleep, while we go rambling by 



the stream. 

 We seek not health in slothful ease, nor in the gilded 



hall, 

 Nor in the vicious coiirt, nor in the mask or ball, 

 E viva, e viva, we like not mask or ball. 



But, under bounteous heaven, do we pass our happy 



days, 

 Admiring Nature's various laws, and following in her 



ways ; 

 And now unco ver'd, let us thank, in this right merry 



tune. 

 That gracious Pow'r, which sent on earth this 



glorious month of June, 

 E viva, e viva, — the Ruler of bright June. 



