A pleasure to meet you Sargent. I've Port here and a reason to pour it now. Come, let the snow melt off your boots and lift a glass!"Wish I could find me brother, the one that's with the army. I don't know where he's stationed, be it Cork or in Killarney. But together we'd go roamin' and lift a pretty penny, And I'm sure he'd treat me better than my darlin' sportin' Jenny!"
More cups, Lazarus. We've a noble company to pour for! And I've twenty bottles to lose this night!
Mikal