And yet I remember,[1410] a long while ago,
When the sight of a drunken man frightened me so.
I ran for a square.[1411] I remember quite well
When I even detested[1412] the very smell
Of the accursed stuff. I sometimes think
’Twas the devil[1413] who tempted me to take the first drink.
But why look back with remorse or regret?
I mustn’t remember[1414]—I want to forget.
[1415]Landlord, the bottle![1416] That’s pretty good stuff;
Though I reckon I’ve seen and tasted enough.