RED WINE AND FRENCH BREAD

Bring in the ladies for a merry olde song,
Even salty old sailors yearn to belong.
Jibing together in whimsical jest,
This hearty ol' tavern can stand any test. And...
We sing:

"Here's to the land where God's creatures run free,
 Here's to the creatures that roam in the sea,
 Save the natural balance of things that should be,
 And please...
 Save the best of your red wine and French bread for me! Oh!"
 
Keepsakes and memoirs kept long in the wind.
Outlasting the rains, they surfaced again.
Jack-tars and damsels clang goblets tonight.
This frolic is open to the lovers of life. And...
We sing:
 
 "Here's to the land where God's creatures run free,
 Here's to the creatures that roam in the sea,
 Save the natural balance of things that should be,
 And please...
 Save the best of your red wine and French bread for me! Oh!"
 
The shape of this instrument watered our eyes.
Such gentle reminders help keep us alive.
So we beckon the grace of our ladies in lace.
There's no warmer place than a woman's embrace. And...
We sing.