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And leave your men in ſie a ſrait,
So early in the morning.
Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
Alas! quoh Johnny, I got a fleg,
Wi' them claymores and philabegs,
If I face them again I'll break my legs;
So I wiſh you a good morning.
Hey Johnny Coup are ye waking yet,
Or are your drums a-beating yet,
If ye were waking I wou'd wait,
To gang to the coals i' the morning.
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VULCAN'S CUP.
VULCAN, contrive me ſuch a cup
as Neſtor us d of old;
Try all your art to trim it up,
and Damaſk it round with gold.
Carve me thereon the mantling vine,
and eke two lovely boys;
Whoſe limbs in amorous folds intwine,
the type of future joys.
Make it ſo large, when filled with ſack,
up to the ſwelling brim;
