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I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, / Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, / On the Rhine, lovely Rhine; / They were broke, but the worst of it all, they were curst / With that malady common to tailors -- a thirst / For wine, lots of wine.
"Sweet host," quoth the three, "we're hard up as can be, / Yet skilled in the practice of cunning are we, / On the Rhine, genial Rhine; / And we pledge you we will impart you that skill / Right quickly and fully, providing you'll fill / Us with wine, cooling wine."