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JOHN O'KEEFFE
(1747-1833)
Air—" Don Ccesar "
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LOW, thou regal purple stream Tinted by the solar beam, In my goblet sparkling rise, Cheer my heart and glad my eyes. My brain ascend on fancy's wing, 'Noint me, wine, a jovial king. While I live, I'll lave my clay : When I'm dead and gone away, Let my thirsty subjects say, " A month he reign'd, but that was May." |
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THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY
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AM a friar of orders gray : As down the valley I take my way, I pull not blackberry, haw, or hip, Good store of venison does fill my scrip: My long bead-roll I merrily chaunt, Where'er I walk, no money I want; And why I'm so plump the reason I'll tell — Who leads a good life is sure to live well. What baron or squire Or knight of the shire Lives half so well as a holy friar ! |
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