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If 'tis a sin to drink the yellow wine,
The sin is surely His, not thine or mine;
Fated to drink, how dare I disobey—
And bring to nought the prophecy divine!
So in the tavern pass I all my days,
And sing and drink, and give to God the praise;
Ready, at any summons of His hand,
To do His bidding in still harder ways.
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