Don't Think, Just Drink!
A firewine drinking song often heard during cold nights at the Ale & Marrow
Let me tell ya a tale ‘bout a drink that’s brewed like an ale, But hits like an iron flail. It’s a fire ya cannot quench, A fire that turns a maid into a wench. It casts a special kind of spell Makes ya better when yer unwell. It’s firewine! Firewine, firewine! Hey! Get yer own, This one’s mine!
A sip will keep ya warm. When yer lonely and forlorn She’ll be by yer side And be your one-night bride. A headache’s the price to pay, But that’s a worry for another day. Don’t think, think, think! Just drink, drink, drink! To forget we feel this way.
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Fun, fun, fun!