The Battle of Boyn Water/The Happy Man

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The Happy Man.

With an honest old friend and a merry old song,
And a flask of old port, let me sit the night long,
And laugh at the malice of those that repine,
That they must drink porter, while I can drink wine

I envy no mortal though ever so great,
Nor scorn I the wretch for his lowly estate,
But what I abhor and esteem as a curse,
Is poorness of spirit not poorness of purse.

Then dare to be generous, dauntless and gay;
Let's merrily pass life's remainder away,
Upheld by our friends, our foes we despise;
For the more we are envied the higher we rise.

FINIS

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