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FREDMAN'S SONG NO. 10 Carl Michael Bellman Drink till after twelve or more, Live it up with madmen ! Earth is but my chamber floor And the sun my lantern. Nothing else is worth a pin If my head but giddy spin, Giddy spin, giddy spin, Giddy spin, giddy spin, Until it's so drowsy Nothing more can rouse me. In my grandad's overcoat, Torn and out at elbows, Here I stand, on brandy dote, 'Mid the queerest fellows; Out of pretty goblets bright Tipple morning noon and night, Noon and night, noon and night, Noon and night, noon and night, Till I'm just another Boozy red-nosed brother. If my sainted father stood Suddenly before me "Son", he'd hiccup, "skċl ! That's good, Brandy best doth warm me." "Brother mine," I'd then reply, Let us toast the morning sky, Morning sky, morning sky, Morning sky, morning sky, Then to thy repose, sir, Thou again mayst go, sir." Were I but a man of wealth, Gold my pocket lining, Christmas day I'd dress myself Like the king, when dining. Then I'd purchase and I'd use Coat and waistcoat and new shoes, New shoes, new shoes, New shoes, new shoes, And of course I'd buy, sir, A watch upon my thigh, sir ! But my throat can't stand such loss, 'Tis a very drought, sir. What is gold, when got, but dross ? Pull the cork right out, sir ! Let us steady on our legs, Drain this bottle to the dregs, To the dregs, to the dregs, To the dregs, to the dregs, Then let death attack us In the blood of Bacchus.

    


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