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I have drunk my last ale -
Eat and drink well -
O! - Behold my final skirmish."
Crops be irk'd by draught -
Kinsmen waylain by robbers -
Kine of thine stampeding -
Curse thee fore'ermore!
Until then ne'er will I drink wine,
Nor shall I feel the melodious taste of honey!
