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Boy, I detest the Persian pomp;

I hate those linden-bark devices;

And as for roses, holy Moses!

They can't be got at living prices!

Myrtle is good enough for us,—

For you, as bearer of my flagon;

For me, supine beneath this vine,

Doing my best to get a jag on!