I wish I had a barrel of rum And sugar three hundred pound, With the chapel bell to put it in And the clapper to stir it 'round. I'd drink to the health of Nassau, boys, And the girls both far and near, For I'm a rambling rake of poverty, And a son of a Gambolier. God made man Frail as a bubble, God made Love, Love made trouble. God made the Vine, Was it any sin That man made wine To drown trouble in? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM SABBATH MORNING by L. DALE AHERN A RECEIPT FOR WRITING A NOVEL by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK TO JOHN DRYDEN, ESQ.; POET LAUREATE AND HISTOGRAPHER ROYAL by PHILIP AYRES HYMN TO FIRE by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT |