City-Fever
I must go up to the city again, to the lonely bar and the wine,
And all I ask is a tall man and a song to dance him by;
And the boot’s kick and the band’s song and the white wine pouring,
And a happy smile on the man’s face, and a glass bottle breaking.
A Tribute to John Masefield
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