At The Tavern

Lyrics of Love and Laughter (1903)

Lyrics of Love and Laughter

First published by Dodd, Mead and Company

Copyright 1903

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At The Tavern

A lilt and a swing,
And a ditty to sing,
Or ever the night grow old;
The wine is within,
And I'm sure 't were a sin
For a soldier to choose to be cold, my dear,
For a soldier to choose to be cold.

We're right for a spell,
But the fever is well,
No thing to be braved, at least;
So bring me the wine;
No low fever in mine,
For a drink is more kind than a priest, my dear,
For a drink is more kind than a priest.

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Lyrics of Love and Laughter