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I'll Bacchus for the evening,
pray, be seated, take places
my manna seem displeasing,
offend your and graces,
I've a list long as arm,
(The selection)
such bitter whines - a of qualms,
awaiting inspections

The bubbles - this aint sham-pain
I've watched wither on the vine
The fruits of labours toiled in
I reap at harvest time.

1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.

Since it's drawn - I must sup the of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each I drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new from it I 'll borrow
my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a kegs.

Here's one for the road - ye go
drink deep sweet lads and
Those blighted you gladly sow
shall one day your glasses
Brood for - pure hate distilled
bottled up much longer
Revenge - a draught serve you chilled,
when time has it stronger

Non-cordial - bile bouquet.
Laments ferment the patience
Cask full of futile dismay
My - you 've turned the taps

Anno 1999 - a classic year for Whine.

Since drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each I drain the dregs
Their poison cannot me - new strength from it I 'll borrow
my maudlin is a that would fill a thousand kegs.

1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.