<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At the Tavern</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lilt and a swing, <br> And a ditty to sing,<br> Or ever the night grow old;<br> The wine is within,<br> And I'm sure t'were a sin<br> For a soldier to choose to be cold, my dear,<br> For a soldier to choose to be cold.<br> We're right for a spell,<br> But the fever is -- well,<br> No thing to be braved, at least;<br> So bring me the wine;<br> No low fever in mine,<br> For a drink more kind than a priest, my dear,<br> For a drink is more kind than a <br> priest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477615" data-title="At the Tavern de Paul Laurence Dunbar" data-description="A lilt and a swing, And a ditty to sing, Or ever the night grow old; The wine is within, And I'm sure t'were a sin For a soldier to choose to be cold, my dear, For a soldier to choose to be cold. We're right for a spell, But the fever is ..."></div> </div> </div>

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