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Ah, welcome, welcome! Sit you down, old friend; / Your pipe I'll serve, your bottle I'll attend. / 'Tis many a year since you and I have known / Society more pleasant than our own / In our brief respites from excessive work -- / I pointing out the hearts for you to dirk.
What have you done since lately at this board / We canvassed the deserts of all the horde / And chose what names would please the people best, / Engraved on coffin-plates -- what bounding breast / Would give more satisfaction if at rest? / But never mind -- the record cannot fail: / The loftiest monuments will tell the tale.