(Something silly I threw together.)
Together upon a drunken sea,
Together forever, joined are we,
Upon this rich and luscious dream,
Jauntily sailing by the beam.
To never part we have sworn,
Until death shrouds we have worn.
Make a toast to true love’s life,
And drink it down, make me your wife.
None more happy were ever seen,
And in this state upon you I lean,
Until the world should cease to spin,
And my head quit this awful din.
Morning comes with terrific pain,
I wish to drink never again.
What is this upon my hand?
What could this be, this ghastly band?
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