I have but just one soul to sell
I dither in the mire
Transaction made, a trip to Hell
The merchant was a liar
Reeling in these desperate blues
The devil he hath shaken
Consummation of his brews
The devil he hath waken
Drink until your bile's strewn
And splattered on your face
Soiled, soaking, pantaloon
A heavy heart's disgrace
Know to stop but never will
The heart aches to endure
Raise thy glass and take a swill
And pour, and pour some more
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