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RUM REMINISCENCES;
OR, THE OLD TOPER WAXING PATHETIC.
Let us speak of times that were, Jim,
Of hours that used to pass,
Noted by other glasses, Jim,
Besides the hour-glass;
Brim full were they with pleasure, Jim,
Bright joy shone in our cup,
And greedy we for bliss, Jim,
Soon drank the jewel up.
Of hours that used to pass,
Noted by other glasses, Jim,
Besides the hour-glass;
Brim full were they with pleasure, Jim,
Bright joy shone in our cup,
And greedy we for bliss, Jim,
Soon drank the jewel up.
O, well do we remember, Jim,
The bottles in a row,
The lemons dotted in between,—
A fascinating show;
The counters filled with glasses, Jim,
Decanters marshalled bold,
With the cocktails and the juleps,
And the punches hot and cold.
The bottles in a row,
The lemons dotted in between,—
A fascinating show;
The counters filled with glasses, Jim,
Decanters marshalled bold,
With the cocktails and the juleps,
And the punches hot and cold.
How the diamond drop of mirth, Jim,
Stood beaming on the lip,
And how the fun would sparkle, Jim,
As we'd the nectar sip!
The songs we gayly sung, Jim,
The stories that we told,
Have lost the charm they used to have,
Now we are growing old.
Stood beaming on the lip,
And how the fun would sparkle, Jim,
As we'd the nectar sip!
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The stories that we told,
Have lost the charm they used to have,
Now we are growing old.
With blinded eyes we strayed, Jim,
Nor dreamt of danger nigh,—
That every draught concealed a shaft,
And each cup nursed a sigh;
That halcyon moments fleeing, Jim,
To us, then young and brave,
Were naught but subtle quicksands, Jim,
Where we might find a grave.
Nor dreamt of danger nigh,—
That every draught concealed a shaft,
And each cup nursed a sigh;
That halcyon moments fleeing, Jim,
To us, then young and brave,
Were naught but subtle quicksands, Jim,
Where we might find a grave.
A thrill comes o'er the sailor, Jim,
When morning brings to light
Some danger dread just passed, Jim,
Concealed within the night;
And can we never feel, Jim,
In view of dangers past,
A gratitude that we were spared
Destruction's sweeping blast?
When morning brings to light
Some danger dread just passed, Jim,
Concealed within the night;
And can we never feel, Jim,
In view of dangers past,
A gratitude that we were spared
Destruction's sweeping blast?
The time to come looks bright, Jim,
No cloud obscures the day;
The evil spirits, once our bane,
We 've banished far away!
The chain is broke,—we 're free Jim,
From bonds that bound us sore,
And joy we feel we never felt
In old rum days of yore.
No cloud obscures the day;
The evil spirits, once our bane,
We 've banished far away!
The chain is broke,—we 're free Jim,
From bonds that bound us sore,
And joy we feel we never felt
In old rum days of yore.
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