Greco-Roman Circle

Adapted from Anacreon # 53

Gray hair rings my head.
When I see young men dancing,
I am young again
and waltz as well as any.
Bring me scotch, no ice,
to stupefy my heart.
I'm old, about to die,
but I've got reels to dance
and polkas to step before
I let you bury me!

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