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Remorse and fear he drowns in drink.
“Come, pass the bowl, my jolly crew!
It thicks the blood to mope and think.
Here 's merry days, though few!”
And then he quaffs.—So riot reigns within;
So brawl and laughter shake that house of sin.
“Come, pass the bowl, my jolly crew!
It thicks the blood to mope and think.
Here 's merry days, though few!”
And then he quaffs.—So riot reigns within;
So brawl and laughter shake that house of sin.
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