To the Battle March Away/Vulcan's Cup

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⟨VULCAN'S⟩ CUP.

Vulcan, contrive me such a cup,as Nestor us'd of old;Try all your art to trim it upand Damask it round with gold,
Carve me thereon the manlina vine,and eke two lovely boys;Whose limbs in amorous folds intwine,the type of future joys.
Make it so large, when fill'd with sack,up to the swelling brim;Vast toasts on the delicious lake,like ships at sea may swim.
Cupid and Bacchus my gods are;let love and wine still reign:With wine I'll drive away dull care,and then to my love again.

FINIS,

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