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Tune — ^'Ila^e's health, to all ^ood lassies." 



Here's a health to lovely Flora, 

 Let us, joj'ful, bow before her. 

 For she dresses up our bowers ; 

 All is brighter, 



Where she presses, 

 Toil is lighter, 



When she blesses. 

 With her sweet and charming flowers. 



Here's a health to sweet Pomona, 

 Grateful to each happy owner 



Of our dear New England farms ; 

 Taste and sweetness, 



Grace and splendor. 

 Health and neatness, 

 All attend her, 

 Where the Goddess showers her charms. 



Bacchus, prince of fillibusters, 

 Shows his face in ruby clusters, 

 Peeping through his leafy screen ; 

 Blushing brightly. 



Breathing sweetly, 

 Daily, nightly, 

 He completely 

 Fills with magic all the scene. 



If green Eden's lovely Madam 

 Ate some fruit and ruined Adam, 

 'Twas not fruit as good as ours ; 

 Grace and beauty. 



Health and pleasure, 

 Love and duty. 

 Without measure. 

 Live among our fruits and flowers. 



Happy he, who 'midst his duties, 

 Adds new charms to Nature's beauties. 

 With unceasing skill and care ; 

 Health will arm him, 



Plenty greet him, 

 Beauty charm him. 

 Pleasures meet him, 

 Cheer him, bless him, every where. 



