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Casey would waltz with a strawberry blonde, And the band played on. . . . He'd ne'er leave the girl with the strawberry curls, And the band played on.

It is a nice fruity wine, but it doesn't make old bones.

Rather a ditch in Egypt / Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud / Lay me stark-nak'd, and let the water-flies / Blow me into abhorring!