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MIDWINTER NIGHT.
The acetylene splutters and flickers,
- The night comes into its own.
Outside Ambrose and Terror
- Are snarling over a bone.
And this is the tale the watchman,
- Awake in the dead of night,
Tells of the fourteen sleepers
- Whose snoring gives him the blight.
The revels of Eros and Bacchus
- Are mingled in some of their dreams,
For the songs they gustin gurgle
- Are allied to bibulous themes.
And subjects re barmaids and bottles,
- Whisky and barrels of beer,
Are mixed with amorous pleadings
- That sound decidedly queer.
