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Drink by the card,
Drink by the score, Drink by the yard,
Drink evermore !
When seamy sides begin to show, And dimples into wrinkles grow; When care comes in by hook or crook And settles at your ingle-nook, Never disdain
To polish and plenish Your rusty brain
With a stoop of Rhenish. Drink by the card,
Drink by the score, Drink by the yard. Drink evermore !
When hope gets up before the dawn, And every goose appears a swan ; When time and tide, and chance and fate Like lackeys on your wishes wait; Then fill the bowl,
And polish and plenish Your happy soul
With a stoop of Rhenish. Drink by the card,
Drink by the score, Drink by the yard, Drink evermore ! |
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