Nationality in Drinks
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My heart sank with our Claret-flask,Just now, beneath the heavy sedgesThat serve this pond's black face for mask;And still at yonder broken edgesO' the hole, where up the bubbles glisten,After my heart I look and listen. II Our laughing little flask, compelledThro' depth to depth more bleak and shady;As when, both arms beside her held,Feet straightened out, some gay French ladyIs caught up from life's light and motion,And dropped into death's silent ocean! ————— Up jumped Tokay on our table,Like a pygmy castle-warder,Dwarfish to see, but stout and able,Arms and accoutrements all in order;And fierce he looked North, then, wheeling South,Blew with his bugle a challenge to Drouth,Cocked his flap-hat with the tosspot-feather,Twisted his thumb in his red moustache,Jingled his huge brass spurs together,Tightened his waist with its Buda sash,And then, with an impudence nought could abash,Shrugged his hump-shoulder, to tell the beholder,For twenty such knaves he should laugh but the bolder:And so, with his sword-hilt gallantly jutting,And dexter-hand on his haunch abutting,Went the little man, Sir Ausbruch, strutting! ————— Here's to Nelson's memory!'Tis the second time that I, at sea,Right off Cape Trafalgar here,Have drunk it deep in British Beer.Nelson for ever—any timeAm I his to command in prose or rhyme!Give me of Nelson only a touch,And I save it, be it little or much:Here's one our Captain gives, and soDown at the word, by George, shall it go!He says that at Greenwich they point the beholderTo Nelson's coat, "still with tar on the shoulder:"For he used to lean with one shoulder digging,"Jigging, as it were, and zig-zag-zigging"Up against the mizen-rigging!"
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