AWAY, gloomy care, there's no place for thee here,
Where so many good fellows are met ;
Thou wouldst dun the poor bard ev'ry day in the year,
Yet I'm sure I am none in thy debt.
Go, soak thy old skin in the miser's small beer,
And keep watch in his cell all the night;
And if in the morning thou dar'st to appear,
By Jove, I shall drown thee outright.
[Semple 150]