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Fill the Goblet Again
Then, come, put the jorum about,
And let us be merry and clever, Our hearts and our liquors are stout,
Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever ! Let some cry up woodcock or hare,
Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons, But of all the gay birds in the air,
Here's a health to the Three Jolly Pigeons 1 Toroddle toroddle, toroll! |
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FILL THE GOBLET AGAIN
By Lord Byron (1788-1824)
Fill the goblet again ! for I never before
Felt the glow that now gladdens my heart to its core ;
Let us drink !—who would not ?—since through life's
varied round In the goblet alone no deception is found.
I have tried in its turn all that life can supply ;
I have basked in the beam of a dark rolling eye ;
I have loved !—who has not ?—but what heart can
declare, That pleasure existed whilst passion was there I
In the bright days of youth, when the heart's in its
spring, And dreams that affection can never take wing,
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