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TO MY DRUMMING CHUM.

AN ODE AFTER THE MANNER OF SWIFT.

By One of the Afflicted.

O MY chum!

Hush your drum;

And at ease

Leave me, please.

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I shall fly,

I shall die,

Go to grub,

Or the Hub.

Spare my ears,

Cease my fears;

Draw it mild,

For I am growing wild.

You're insane,

It is plain,

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