Half-Seas Over

Come then, my friend, and seize the flask,
And while the deck around us rolls,
Dash we the cover from the cask
And crown with wine our flowing bowls.
While the deep hold is tempest-tost,
We'll strain bright nectar from the lees;
For tho our freedom here be lost
We drink no water on the seas.
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Archilochus
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