VIII.
I used to think that never blows so red
The Cherry as when Maraschinoed;
And watching Barney fish them from the Pot
I have acquired, at times, a lovely Head.
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And that reviving Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River-Lip—how oft I’ve seen
The Barkeep make a Julep with its leaves,
The while upon the Bar I’d lightly lean.