I'll paly Bacchus for the evening,   pray, be seated, take your places   Should my manna seem displeasing,   offend your airs and graces,   I've a list long as your arm,   (The connoisseur's selection)   such bitter whines -a quaff of qualms,   awaiting your inspections      The bubbles burst - this aint sham-pain   I've watched hopes wither on the vine   The fruits of labours toiled in vain   I reap soul-grapes at harvest time.      Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.      CHORUS :      Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow   yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs   Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow   my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.      Here's one for the road - afore ye go   drink deep sweet lads and lasses   Those blighted crops you gladly sow   shall one day fill your glasses   Brood for decades - pure hate distilled   then bottled up much longer   Revenge - a draught i'll serve you chilled,   when time has made it stronger      Non-cordial - it's bile bouquet.   Laments ferment the patience schnapps   Cask full of mulled futile dismay   My well-aged-rage - you 've turned the taps      Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.      CHORUS :      Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow   yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs   Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow   my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.      Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.