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 Let flow the Rhine-wine mellow. The whole earth smiles upon me then, With ruddy, rosy blinking; I couldn't hurt the worst of men, While drinking, drinking, drinking!

But ah! my thirst grows fiercer still With every flask I ope here, Which is th' inevitable ill Of every genuine toper. Yet this my comfort, when at last From chair to floor I'm sinking, I always kept my purpose fast Of drinking, drinking, drinking!