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Eugene Field - Let Us Have Peace
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In maudlin spite let Thracians fight
  Above their bowls of liquor;
But such as we, when on a spree,
  Should never brawl and bicker!

These angry words and clashing swords
  Are quite _de trop_, I`m thinking;
Brace up, my boys, and hush your noise,
  And drown your wrath in drinking.

Aha, `t is fine,--this mellow wine
  With which our host would dope us!
Now let us hear what pretty dear
  Entangles him of Opus.

I see you blush,--nay, comrades, hush!
  Come, friend, though they despise you,
Tell me the name of that fair dame,--
  Perchance I may advise you.

O wretched youth! and is it truth
  You love that fickle lady?
I, doting dunce, courted her once;
  Since when, she`s reckoned shady!
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