The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello’), di William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello’)

And let me the canakin clink, clink;

And let me the canakin clink

A soldier’s a man;

A life’s but a span;

Why, then, let a soldier drink.

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