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Drink up ladies

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When the young ladies
Drink (Drink up young ladies.)
There is no sign of distain for life
No reckless abandonment

Far different from
When the men
Tip back their mugs
One after the other

Noisily drowning their sorrows
In aged barley
Gin which tastes of pine needles

I’ve seen
Force drinks down the throats of the thoughtful goddesses
Pouring it until their mouths are full

It drips down from their virgin lips
To their shapely chins
Until it falls to the floor
With the unmistakable sound of a droplet

O, mine eyes have seen the sorrow which men inflict on woman
O, how I drink like a man
Drink up ladies
Drink up ladies