Let’s congregate en mass
And raise our half-empty glass
To the wicked of the night
Play a harmonic tune
Soothe this rancid saloon
Else the drunkards may fight
The ale is full of spice
She is pretty, but is she nice?
She asks me for a light
Work beckons in the morning
A hangover will render scorning
Over-consumption is killing my sight
We may be too much
A longing for two souls to touch
I knew she was full of spite
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