Thomas L. Wragg Poetry
I am Going Manie, Going
I am going Manie, going
Peace and joy are fading fast,
Since in dulcet tones you tell me
That for me the die is cast.
Let thy warmth egg nogg support me,
Fill me with a generous glow;
I drink to Many's eyes one bumper
Ere I to the army go.
Though my heart may break at parting,
Should I of the fates complain?
Won't some other bright-eyed charmer
Ease my woe and cure the pain?
Though her winning smiles inflicted
Pangs severe enough to kill,
The naked eye can plain perceive
That I'm alive and kicking still.
Let no wretched conscript wonder
Who the mitten did bestow,
Manie gives the walking ticket
And I'm obliged to go.
Standing by a large, black bottle,
Filled with glorious Eau de Vie,