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258 A SONG.
Happy the nation thus endow'd!
So void of wants and crimes; Where all are rich and none are proud,
Oh ! these are glorious times.
Your characters (with wondering stare Cries Tom) are mighty high, sir ;
But pray forgive me, if I swear, I think they're all a lie, sir.
Ha! think you so, my honest clown ?
Then take another light on't; Just turn the picture upside down,
I fear you'll see the right on't.