THERE was a king, a jovial king.
Rode out across the heather –
O he could laugh and he could sing
When we drank deep together !
He had a queen, a winsome queen,
But what were that to you, sir?
I would not say where I have been,
Nor what she bade me do, sir.
There came a night, a bloody night,
From death there is no shrinking –
So let me die while I can fight.
If I may not die drinking !
To her I galloped, galloped back.
By forest, ditch and ramp, sir;
I gave her all that she did lack.
Ere she put out the lamp, sir.
So love, O love, we’ll pledge to-night –
And something more I’m thinking. .
But let me die while I can fight.
If I may not die drinking!
(E J Rupert Atkinson)
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