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“Commander of the Faithful!” answer’d Hum,

“In preference to these, I’ll merely taste

A thimble-full of old Jamaica rum.”

“A simple boon!” said Elfinan, “thou may’st

Have Nantz, with which my morning-coffee’s laced.”

“I’ll have a glass of Nantz, then,”⁠—said the Seer,⁠—

“Made racy⁠—(sure my boldness is misplaced!)⁠—

With the third part⁠—(yet that is drinking dear!)⁠—

Of the least drop of crème de citron crystal clear.”