O. sweet Jaysus. Mario, ya got me weepin so, I messed up the tchords. A fair song, a sweet tune, and a lovely voice. Another pint of Iron Brew for this fair hulk!

(Strums)

Drink to me only
With thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine
Or leave but a kiss
Within the cup
And I'll not ask for wine

The thirst that from the soul doth spring
Doth ask a drink divine
But might I of Job's nectar sip
I would not change for thine.

That's for all my lovely virtual valentines -- you know who you are -- you sweet and tender critters, whom I love more'n words may tell.

Dang, what is in this poteen?

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