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of mint, O tankard bright, O green and silver, jocund sight,
 * O potent spirit, sweet and strong,
 * This First of June we raise the song—

No turbid British beer to-night!

Come, tilt the flagon, drink aright, Our gullets tingling with delight—
 * This is the place where you belong
 * O leaves of mint!

Drink deep! A fifth or sixth we might Negotiate ere George takes fright
 * And bears away the nectar—long
 * I kiss you, ice-chilled silver. Wrong

To drink? The very dons are tight,
 * O leaves of mint!