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How cool and fair this cellar where / My throne a dusky cask is; / To do no thing but just to sing / And drown the time my task is. / The cooper he's / Resolved to please, / And, answering to my winking, / He fills me up / Cup after cup / For drinking, drinking, drinking.
Begrudge me not / This cosy spot / In which I am reclining -- / Why, who would burst / With envious thirst, / When he can live by wining. / A roseate hue seems to imbue / The world on which I'm blinking; / My fellow-men -- I love them when / I'm drinking, drinking, drinking.
And yet I think, the more I drink, / It's more and more I pine for -- / Oh, such as I (forever dry) / God made this land of Rhine for; / And there is bliss / In knowing this, / As to the floor I'm sinking: / I've wronged no man / And never can / While drinking, drinking, drinking.