In maudlin spite let Thracians fight
Above their bowls of liquor;
But such as we, when on a spree,
Should never brawl and bicker!
These angry words and clashing swords
Are quite _de trop_, I’m thinking;
Brace up, my boys, and hush your noise,
And drown your wrath in drinking.
Aha, ‘t is fine,–this mellow wine
With which our host would dope us!
Now let us hear what pretty dear
Entangles him of Opus.
I see you blush,–nay, comrades, hush!
Come, friend, though they despise you,
Tell me the name of that fair dame,–
Perchance I may advise you.
O wretched youth! and is it truth
You love that fickle lady?
I, doting dunce, courted her once;
Since when, she’s reckoned shady!
(Eugene Field)
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