Drink away
To the merry times of the juvenile
Yore..
When the head was young
And heart not sore!
Man near say “fie”
Let demons die
And angels cry.
When the riley firebrand tames
Not a vestige
Not a garland to shame
To the loathing, of
The dioramic head!
Merry be ye;
Oh lonesome firebrand
A challis to your dreams
Cheers ! Me thinks...
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