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N coolest cellar here I rest, Near a full cask of liquor, Right glad at heart, since of the best I for myself can pick here. The butler puts the spigot in, Obedient to my winking, Gives me the cup; I hold it up, I'm drinking, drinking, drinking!

A demon plagues me, thirst to wit, And so, to scare the fellow, I take my glass and into it