'T IS a small round flask wrapt in plaited reeds,
Filled with flickering, golden wine;
And a drop of the oil of olive-seeds
Fills the neck to keep it fine.
The oil is drawn from the neck with care,
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That the luscious juice may flow;
And the rich perfume, like an incense rare,
Tells a tale of years ago.
In Augsburg town, on the river Lech,
Lived a bishop of noble fame;
His see was as fat as priest could wish;
Prince Ruprecht - was his name.
And one fine day, at the Kaiser's word,
In return for his loyal deeds,
He was sent on an embassy to Rome,
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