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IRISH MELODIES. |
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FILL THE BUMPER FAIR.
Fill the bumper fair!
Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care
Smooths away a wrinkle. Wit's electric flame
Ne'er so swiftly passes, As when thro' the frame
It shoots from brimming glasses. Fill the bumper fair!
Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care
Smooths away a wrinkle.
Sages can, they say,
Grasp the lightning's pinions, And bring down its ray
From the starr'd dominions: — So we, Sages, sit
And 'mid bumpers bright'ning, From the heaven of Wit
Draw down all its lightning.
Wouldst thou know what first
Made our souls inherit This ennobling thirst
For wine's celestial spirit ? |
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