I\'ll paly Bacchus for the evening,
pray, be seated, take your places
Should my manna seem displeasing,
offend your airs and graces,
I\'ve a list long as your arm,
(The connoisseur\'s selection)
such bitter whines -a quaff of qualms,
awaiting your inspections
The bubbles burst - this aint sham-pain
I\'ve watched hopes wither on the vine
The fruits of labours toiled in vain
I reap soul-grapes at harvest time.
Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
CHORUS :
Since it\'s drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i \'ll borrow
my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.
Here\'s one for the road - afore ye go
drink deep sweet lads and lasses
Those blighted crops you gladly sow
shall one day fill your glasses
Brood for decades - pure hate distilled
then bottled up much longer
Revenge - a draught i\'ll serve you chilled,
when time has made it stronger
Non-cordial - it\'s bile bouquet.
Laments ferment the patience schnapps
Cask full of mulled futile dismay
My well-aged-rage - you \'ve turned the taps
Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
CHORUS :
Since it\'s drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i \'ll borrow
my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.
Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
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