The barman produces another cup
Undismayed he wipes and turns it up
Then fills it with golden liquid
And dun froth, more of the hearty sup.
Why eat when you can drink?
Why work when you can think?
And when the waves are so cool, so comforting,
Why swim when you can sink?
Mistress barley golden hair
Will take you in her tender care
Let yourself sink to her tan
Bosom and nevermore gasp for air.
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