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THE KOBZAK OF THE UKRAINE
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To the Goddess of Fame
HAIL, thou barmaid slovenly,
Stagg’ring like fish-wife drunkenly;
Where the dickens dost thou stay,
With thy stock of haloes, pray?
Was it on credit thou gavest one
To the thief of Versailles, that Corsican?
Perhaps now thou'rt whispering in some fellow's ear;
And all because of boredom or beer.
Come then awhile with me to lodge.
Fondly, together, trouble we'll dodge.
With a smack and a kiss
This dreary weather,
Let's make a bargain
to live together.
Thou'rt a painted queen
with manners free.
Yet in thy company
I'd gladly be.
What though thou holdest
thy nose in air.
Dancest in barrooms
with kings at a fair;
