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"LET WINE, GAY COMRADES, BE THE FOOD WE'RE FED UPON" by ANONYMOUS

Last Line: OF OUR VINEYARDS YIELD THE BIER THAT WE LIE DEAD UPON
Subject(s): DRINKS & DRINKING;

Let wine, gay comrades, be the food we're fed upon;—
Our amber cheeks its ruby light to shed upon!
Wash us in't, when we die; and let the trees
Of our vineyards yield the bier that we lie dead upon!



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