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III. THE REVELLING.
Quaff, oh quaff the coral wine,
Prest in our sea-vintage yearly,
Every crimson-berried vine
Melts as lusciously and clearly!
Quaff, oh quaff the coral wine—
Bower and all within are thine!
Prest in our sea-vintage yearly,
Every crimson-berried vine
Melts as lusciously and clearly!
Quaff, oh quaff the coral wine—
Bower and all within are thine!
Lays of love and odes divine
I will sing, thy couch attending;
With the perfume of the wine
The sweet breath of music blending!
Quaff, oh quaff the coral wine—
Bower and all within are thine!
I will sing, thy couch attending;
With the perfume of the wine
The sweet breath of music blending!
Quaff, oh quaff the coral wine—
Bower and all within are thine!
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Thrilling soft this harp of mine,
Strewing boughs with coral laden,
Pouring high the crested wine,
I will be thy Bower-maiden.
Quaff, oh quaff the coral wine—
Bower and all within are thine.
Strewing boughs with coral laden,
Pouring high the crested wine,
I will be thy Bower-maiden.
Quaff, oh quaff the coral wine—
Bower and all within are thine.
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