I'll paly Bacchus for the evening,
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pray, be seated, take your places
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Should my manna seem displeasing,
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offend your airs and graces,
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I've a list long as your arm,
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(The connoisseur's selection)
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such bitter whines -a quaff of qualms,
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awaiting your inspections
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The bubbles burst - this aint sham-pain
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I've watched hopes wither on the vine
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The fruits of labours toiled in vain
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I reap soul-grapes at harvest time.
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Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
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[CHORUS :]
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Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
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yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
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Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow
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my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.
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Here's one for the road - afore ye go
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drink deep sweet lads and lasses
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Those blighted crops you gladly sow
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shall one day fill your glasses
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Brood for decades - pure hate distilled
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then bottled up much longer
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Revenge - a draught i'll serve you chilled,
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when time has made it stronger
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Non-cordial - it's bile bouquet.
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Laments ferment the patience schnapps
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Cask full of mulled futile dismay
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My well-aged-rage - you 've turned the taps
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Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
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[CHORUS :]
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Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
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yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
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Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow
|
my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.
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Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
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