In a glass of wine,
Yea, a tumbler on a tray,
See I my love,
She making me drink
And I drinking
From her hands
And my inebriation one of love,
Her love only,
For whom live I, die I,
Forget me not.
In whiskey, rum, beer or brandy being poured,
I see into the wine of the tumbler,
Yea, the glass tumbler,
She making me drink
And I drinking from her hands,
Sparkling wine.
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