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One And Twenty
LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty Ling'ring year at last has flown, Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty Great Sir John, are all your own. Loosen'd from the minor's tether, Free to mortgage or to sell, Wild as wind, and light as feather Bid the slaves of thrift farewell. Call the Bettys, Kates, and Jenneys Ev'ry name that laughs at care, Lavish of your Grandsire's guineas, Show the spirit of an heir. All that prey on vice and folly Joy to see their quarry fly, Here the gamester light and jolly There the lender grave and sly. Wealth, Sir John, was made to wander, Let it wander as it will; See the jocky, see the pander, Bid them come, and take their fill. When the bonny blade carouses, Pockets full, and spirits high, What are acres? What are houses? Only dirt, or wet or dry. If the Guardian or the Mother Tell the woes of willful waste, Scorn their counsel and their pother, You can hang or drown at last.
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