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A moment we impatient bide. ... Listen ! A welcome stir inside ! What boon the kindly Fates have wrought For thirsty men awhile distraught! . . . The tavern door stands open wide.
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DRINKING SONG
By Theodore Maynard
When Horace wrote his noble verse,
His brilliant, glowing line, He must have gone to bed the worse
For good Falernian wine. No poet yet could praise the rose In verse that so serenely flows Unless he dipped his Roman nose
In good Falernian wine.
Shakespeare and Jonson too Drank deep of barley brew— Drank deep of barley brew, my boys, Drank deep of barley brew !
When Alexander led his men
Against the Persian king, He broached a hundred hogsheads, then
They drank like anything.
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