(POETRY) Old Elixir

 

When actions roll and all is joy
When life is dull and praise a toy
When eatings done for eatings sake
When easy come and easy take

There is a hope for one and all
When daggers poke and life' a stall
Come one come soon, and have a beer
That one did brew with blood and tear

An ale of tread, it dims the pain
Get drunk on sweat, and praise the rain
'Cause rain is snow with leather shine
Work hard to down, the sweaty wine

A drink so swell, it breaks the clock
Damn beds to hell, come work, we knock
A broken chair, we come to fix'er
We sing of men, the Old Elixir

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