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ANACREONTICS.
Will find it a capital Nota bene
But I'm sure there never was any Champagne
Like the Forestier brand of P. C. K.—
And I remember it happened to me
When I was a Cantab at Trinity;
A friend who lived in the land of the Gaul
Sent me some wine that was rather tall.
The name I was stupid enough to forget,
But the smack of the juice I remember yet.
'Twas a creamy wine of roseate hue
Like rubies dissolved in ambrosial dew,
And we brought in good fellows not a few
To carry a rich Symposium through.
Oh 'twas a goodly sight to see
The mirth of that revelling company!
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