We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing —
'Tisn't all Hock — with us —
Life has its Ale —
But it's many a lay of the Dim Burgundy —
We chant — for cheer — when the Wines — fail —
Do we "get drunk"?
Ask...
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We'll pass without the parting |
"When I and all those that hear me shall have gone to our last home, and |
Went up a year this evening! |
Were it but Me that gained the Height — |
Were it to be the last |
Were natural mortal lady |
Wert Thou but ill — that I might show thee |
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer — |
What did They do since I saw Them? |