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'Twas at the festal board that night, Within Bohemia's shade,
The wassail bowl
Had warmed his soul And edged his wit's keen blade.
" There was a time," he softly said, " In the sweet-not-long-ago, When I'd compare In debonair With all the best we know.
" The good Lord had been kind to me, And bountiful were mine His blessings fair, With not a care, And life was sparkling wine.
" In bright Bohemia's gladsome ways I walked with genial souls,
And earth was mine,
In gladsome shine, From tropics to the poles.
" I reveled with the gay and brave, In mazes of delight, And wore the braid Of one fair maid Won as a loyal knight.






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