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Malvasia
George was a famous Duke from British islands
An obvious hero , handsome as they come
Don't even try to calll him by his titles
The night will fall before you're halfway done.
But
He had a weakness for a certain wine...
Malvasia, Malvasia
The love of all my life!
Malvasia, Malvasia
Why can't you be my wife?
As George, when drunk, was not at all an angel
He didn't always know a friend from foe
He'd wake up with a headache, and a stranger
Would tell him what he'd done the night before.
"My dear God! What demon took me over?
I changed my mind, i want my money back!
Do what i say, you thief, i'm so hungover
Say one more word - i"ll put you on a rack!"
He scared his vassals to his own detriment
The townsfolk became with him so sore
That Roses White and Red came to agreement
Despite the fact they were in constant war.
They sentenced him to death by holy fire
And in the Tower, waiting for his fate,
The Greatest George, deprived of his desire
Became despodent in his sober state.
He was so desperate for cup of heaven
That he petitioned to the english crown
That if he was to die at twenty seven
He'll have a vat of wine in which to drown.
He was allowed to pick his execution
And when it was the time for him to die,
He drank the vine, to everyone's confusion
And fell asleep while mumbling his goodbye
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