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A Tankard of Ale
And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to
dine, " I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into
the wine."
The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the
brink As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink; The seven heavens came roaring down for the throats of
hell to drink, And Noah he cocked his eye and said, " It looks like rain,
I think. The water has drowned the Matterhorn as deep as a
Mendip mine, But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get
into the wine."
But Noah he sinned, and we have sinned ; on tipsy feet we trod,
Till a great big black teetotaller was sent to us for a rod,
And you can't get wine at a P.S.A., or chapel, or EisteddÂfod,
For the Curse of Water has come again because of the wrath of God ;
And water is on the Bishop's board and the Higher Thinker's shrine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine. |
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