Sitting behind the finest beers and wines

Sitting behind the finest beers and wines,

Were the bosom friends with broad smiles.

Speeches full of memorable lines,

warmed up the souls far from home thousands of miles.

Eastern lads sang with bravery and vitality

That echoed from hearts to hearts,

While western gentleman led a body rolls in jollity,

Bringing rhythmed beats.

The world was frozen by the winds wild,

Blowing so heavily and chilly,

But could not refrain the host so mild,

And was melt down by the passion powerfully and overwhelmingly.

As long as your shed your cloying sentimentality,

So long will be you live in perfect merriment.