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I laugh ha, ha! and I laugh ho, ho!

For I think it a goodly thing

To curse the high and to curse the low,

And to rule both Beggar and King.

The light will fly from the brightest eye,

And the bloom from the fairest cheek;

And mirth will die in a sob or sigh,

Where I reve and ramp and reek.

I fill with lust and I poison trust,

And I taint the lover’s caress;

I love to hate, I’m insatiate

In my hunger for lawlessness.

I take from its kind the brightest mind

And make it with idiots link;

And oft I fly on the gallows high

A grim effigy done by Drink.

I curse the lives of innocent wives

Who could never know ought of me;

But what care I for their blighted lives

Nor the terrible wrongs I see?

I bleach the hair and I line with care

Many faces with thoughts of me;

And flout the prayer that my hand would spare

The pride of the family tree.

I curse the land, and I curse the sea,

While the poets my praises sing;

And Satan is wrath; he envies me

All the souls of the saints I bring.