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See I have made a quick return, and brought 

 Those friends who scorn to have an Idle thought, 

 True friends they be, and such are only rare 

 Whose well bred Souls, them Noble can declare. 

 Now here's a Rummer ta my friends and you ; oH 

 Dear hearts be jovial, sorrow bid adiew. 

 Piscator s Fish, joyn'd with my home-made Wine, 

 Instills new vigor to our fleeting time. 

 Time's still in haste, old Time for none will tarry, 

 But we'll deceive him once, whilst hearts are merry, 

 See here's a brimmer to our Royal King, 

 Success attend him, and let every thing 

 Joy in his wellfare, prosperity still be 

 Upon our Soveraign, and his dignity. 



Now call your Claris, and your Phillts, she 

 That Sings so well, and makes such Harmony, 

 Let's hear those lays, are due to your great Pan, 

 The God of Shepherds, and the Husbandman; 

 But Sing in parts and let them both declare 

 The Joys that are in Rustical affair. 



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Phillis, Claris, tune your Pipes, and let us hear, 

 Your melody can soon digest our cheer ; 

 Take turns to warble forth some pleasing strain, 

 For to delight my friends, who don't disdain 

 To hearken to, and then applaud your choice, 

 Both of the subject, and your sweeter voice. 



SONG, 



