Friend Commissar, since we're met and are happy

Immediate extempore on being told by W L of the Customs Dublin that Com Goldie did not seem disposed to push the bottle.

Friend Commissar, since we're met and are happy,
Pray why should we part without having more nappy!
Bring in t'other bottle, for faith I am dry—
Thy drink thou can't part with and neither can I.
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