To Anacreon in Heaven.
To Anacreon in Heaven.
GRAPE, n.Hail noble fruit --by Homer sung, Anacreon and Khayyam Thy praise is ever on the tongue Of better men than I am.The lyre in my hand has never swept, The song I cannot offer My humbler service pray accept -- I'll help to kill the scoffer.The water-drinkers and the cranks Who load their skins with liquor -- I'll gladly bear their belly-tanks And tap them with my sticker.Fill up, fill up, for wisdom cools When e'er we let the wine rest. Here's death to Prohibition's fools, And every kind of vine-pest --Jamrach Holobom
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