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Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, / Away with old Hock and Madeira, / Too earthly ye are for my sport; / There's a beverage brighter and clearer.
Instead of a pitiful rummer, / My wine overbrims a whole summer; / My bowl is the sky, / And I drink at my eye, / Till I feel in the brain / A Delphian pain --