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THE TOPER'S EXCUSES.

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THE TOPER'S EXCUSES. I've oft been asked by frowning souls, And men of sober tongue. What joys there are in draining bowls, And tippling all night long. And though these cautious knaves 1 scorn, For once I'll not disdain To tell them why I drink till morn, Aad fill my glass again. 'Tis by the glow my bumper gives, Life's picture s mellow made I The fading light then brightly lives, And softly sinks the shade Some happier tint still rises there With every drop I drain- And that I think's a reason fair To fill my glass again. My muse, too, when her wings are dry, No frolic flight will take, But round the bowl she'll dip and fly, Like swallows round a lake Then, if the nymphs will have their share, Before they'll bless their swain- Why, that I think's a reason fajr To fill my glass again. In life I've rung all changes through, Run every pleasure down, "Mid each extreme of folly, too, And lived with half the town For me there's nothing new or rare Till wine deceives my brain— And that I think's a reason fair To fill my glass again. There's many a lad I knew is dead, And many a lass grows old, And as the lesson strikes my head, My weary heart grows cold But wine awhile drives off despair, Nay, bids a hope remain- Why, that I think's a reason fair To fill my glass again.

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