Not seldom have I drunk too much
Of beer, of whiskey, or of wine
And in the light of the next morning
Had cause to regret each drop
And sometimes I have drunk other draughts
Poured in water to chase out wine
And the spirits have accepted the offering
In whole or, more often, in part
But for what intoxicates me now
I know no way to avoid the coming hangover
But I know that if I stay drunk thereupon
I will suffer the more for it later
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