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One that I
cherished,
Yea, loved as a son -
Up early, up
late with,
My promising one:
No use in good
nurture,
None, lads, none!
Here on this settle
He wore the true crown,
King of good fellows,
And
Fat Jack was one -
Now, Beadle of England
In
formal array -
Best fellow alive
On a throne
flung away!
Companions and cronies
Keep fast and
lament; -
Come, drawer, more sack here
To drown
discontent;
For now intuitions
Shall wither to
codes,
Pragmatized morals
Shall libel the gods.
One I instructed,
Yea, talked to -alone:
Precept
-example
Clean away thrown!
Sorrow makes thirsty:
Sack, drawer, more sack! -
One that I prayed for,
I, Honest Jack!
To bring down these grey hairs -
To cut his old pal!
But, I'll be magnanimous -
Here's to thee Hal!
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