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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS |
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But yet he's not a happy man —
He must obey the Alcoran :
And dares not taste one drop of wine —
I would not that his lot were mine.
So here I take my lowly stand, I'll drink my own, my native land; I'll kiss my maiden's lips divine, And drink the best of Rhenish wine.
And when my maiden kisses me I'll fancy I the Sultan be; And when my cheering glass I tope I'll fancy then I am the Pope. |
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