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God pardon us nor harden us; we did not see so clear The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier. |
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My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage, Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age, But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wan-
dereth, And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of
death ; For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be
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A (TEMPERANCE) DRINKING SONG
By Geoffrey Howard
Landlord, I mean to sing to-night;
To-night I mean to sing. But bring no wine, nor red, nor white,
Nor no such filthy thing. To sit in an inn, and soak with gin,
Is hateful to my mind ; The glass I clink is crowned with drink
Of a purely temperance kind.
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