The Ballad of Bouillabaisse 1727 "It is the lot of saint and sinner. So honest Terré's run his race!" "What will Monsieur require for dinner?" "Say, do you still cook Bouillabaisse?" "Oh, oui, Monsieur,"'s the waiter's answer; My old accustomed corner here is,— This well-known chair since last I took, When first I saw ye, cari luoghi, I'd scarce a beard upon my face, And now a grizzled, grim old fogy, I sit and wait for Bouillabaisse. Where are you, old companions trusty My memory can quick retrace; Around the board they take their places, There's Jack has made a wondrous marriage; On James's head the grass is growing: Since here we set the Claret flowing, Ah me! how quick the days are flitting! I drink it as the Fates ordain it. ... Come, fill it, and have done with rhymes; Welcome the wine, whate'er the seal is; William Makepeace Thackeray [1811-1863] |