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In the city is a festive stir,
And riot fills the air,
And who, beside the younger son,
Can make such revel there?
And riot fills the air,
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Can make such revel there?
A hundred guests go thronging up
A lordly staircase bright;
And that young man, throughout his hall,
Hears dancing feet so musical
Make merry sound all night.
A lordly staircase bright;
And that young man, throughout his hall,
Hears dancing feet so musical
Make merry sound all night.
Each day on couches rich he lies,
With gold cloth at his feet;
And dainty meats are carved for him,
When he sits down to eat.
With gold cloth at his feet;
And dainty meats are carved for him,
When he sits down to eat.
He drinks his wine from a golden cup;
With a free hand spends his store;
Thou prodigal, be warned in time,
Thy seven bags are but four!
With a free hand spends his store;
Thou prodigal, be warned in time,
Thy seven bags are but four!
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