Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Stirrup Cup lyrics

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Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Stirrup Cup lyrics

Come, drink a stirrup cup with me, Before we close our rouse. You 're all aglow with wine, I know: The master of the house, Unmindful of our revelry, Has drowned the carking devil care, And slumbers in his chair. Come, drink a cup before we start; We 've far to ride to-night. And d**h may take the race we make, And check our gallant flight: But even he must play his part, And tho' the look he wears be grim, We 'll drink a toast to him! For d**h,--a swift old chap is he, And swift the steed He rides. He needs no chart o'er main or mart, For no direction bides. So, come, a final, cup with me, And let the soldiers' chorus swell,-- To hell with care, to hell!

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