TALES THAT WERE TOLD
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I have hurled men down from their high estate— Remorseful I'm not in the least,—I have dragged them down, and down, until They were level with the beast.
I have happy homes made desolate Ha, ha! I laugh with glee As I see the babes every comfort denied, While the money is wasted on me! Tell me, my friend, Oh tell me I pray, Of a power that is greater than mine—Not yours—No! you are but water weak, While I am the fiery wine!
And though I am classed in the bar-room Under many a different name,—No matter what liquor they call me, My spirit is always the same. I have sunk big ships—Yes, sank them down In the depths of the briny deep; And for the loved who perished there Their kindred e'er may weep.
I have wrecked the train—I have mansions burned— 'Neath my power man's senses flee—I have cast proud monarchs from their throne,— Behold! this wrought by Me!
