Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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THE DANCING WINE, THE DANCING WINE. |
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THE DANCING WINE, THE DANCING WINE.
The dancing wine, the dancing wine,
Hurrah! hurrah! for the dancing wine,
When hearts are high, and bright eyes shine,
Hurrah! hurrah! for the dancing wine!
Not gathered grape from Xerez' shore,
Nor purple juice, Oporto's store,
Not cooling Hock, from flowing Rhine,
Hurrah! hurrah! for the dancing wine!
Hurrah! hurrah! for the dancing wine,
When hearts are high, and bright eyes shine,
Hurrah! hurrah! for the dancing wine!
Not gathered grape from Xerez' shore,
Nor purple juice, Oporto's store,
Not cooling Hock, from flowing Rhine,
Hurrah! hurrah! for the dancing wine!
The Port is drank to banish care,
The Claret quaffed to ladies fair,
The Champaign bright does mantling flow
To raise our joy or drown our woe;
While Hermitage, or Frontignan,
Awake the latent powers of man:
But give me nectar, all divine,
The dancing wine, the dancing wine!
The Claret quaffed to ladies fair,
The Champaign bright does mantling flow
To raise our joy or drown our woe;
While Hermitage, or Frontignan,
Awake the latent powers of man:
But give me nectar, all divine,
The dancing wine, the dancing wine!
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For ladies, or for love-sick swains,
Bring light wines from Italia's plains;
For critic sour, or lawyer stern,
Bring Rudesheim, or Haut Sauterne;
For those who would in wit excel,
The beverage of the blue Mozelle;
But I, who would in all things shine,
Give me, give me the dancing wine!
Bring light wines from Italia's plains;
For critic sour, or lawyer stern,
Bring Rudesheim, or Haut Sauterne;
For those who would in wit excel,
The beverage of the blue Mozelle;
But I, who would in all things shine,
Give me, give me the dancing wine!
The dancing wine, the dancing wine,
Not Vin de Grave nor Palatine,
Not Tuscan grape from Apennine—
O! no; but fill the dancing wine.
One draught—enough for every woe!
One draught—enough for all below!
One draught—enough for heaven divine!
Hurrah! hurrah! for the dancing wine!
Not Vin de Grave nor Palatine,
Not Tuscan grape from Apennine—
O! no; but fill the dancing wine.
One draught—enough for every woe!
One draught—enough for all below!
One draught—enough for heaven divine!
Hurrah! hurrah! for the dancing wine!
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