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Come, Boy, bring a generous bowl!
Let me drink a mighty rouse,
Pouring in ten parts of water,
Pouring in five parts of wine,
So that I once more may revel
In a frenzy, free from madness.

Come now, leaving din and shouting,
Cease from Scythian modes of revel.
Let us drink in decent order,
Singing lovely songs the while!
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