Wine, Water, and Song

by G. K. Chesterton

But who will write us a riding song,

Or a hunting song or a drinking song,

Fit for them that arose and rode

When day and the wine were red?

But bring me a quart of claret out,

And I will write you a clinking song,

A song of war and a song of wine

And a song to wake the dead.

The song of the fury of Fragolette is a florid song and a torrid song,