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A street there is in Paris famous	A
For which no rhyme our language yields	B
Rue Neuve de petits Champs its name is	C
The New Street of the Little Fields	B
And there's an inn not rich and splendid	D
But still in comfortable case	E
The which in youth I oft attended	D
To eat a bowl of Bouillabaisse	E
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This Bouillabaisse a noble dish is	E
A sort of soup or broth or brew	F
Or hotchpotch of all sorts of fishes	E
That Greenwich never could outdo	F
Green herbs red peppers muscles saffern	G
Soles onions garlic roach and dace	E
All these you eat at Terr 's tavern	G
In that one dish of Bouillabaisse	E
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Indeed a rich and savory stew 'tis	E
And true philosophers methinks	E
Who love all sorts of natural beauties	E
Should love good victuals and good drinks	E
And Cordelier or Benedictine	G
Might gladly sure his lot embrace	E
Nor find a fast day too afflicting	H
Which served him up a Bouillabaisse	E
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I wonder if the house still there is	E
Yes here the lamp is as before	I
The smiling red cheek'd caill re is	E
Still opening oysters at the door	I
Is Terr still alive and able	J
I recollect his droll grimace	E
He'd come and smile before your table	J
And hoped you like your Bouillabaisse	E
	-
We enter nothing's changed or older	K
'How's Monsieur Terr waiter pray '	-
The waiter stares and shrugs his shoulder	K
'Monsieur is dead this many a day '	-
'It is the lot of saint and sinner	K
So honest Terr 's run his race '	-
'What will Monsieur require for dinner '	-
'Say do you still cook Bouillabaisse '	-
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'Oh oui Monsieur ' 's the waiter's answer	K
'Quel vin Monsieur d sire t il '	-
Tell me a good one ' 'That I can sir	K
The Chambertin with yellow seal '	-
'So Terr 's gone ' I say and sink in	G
My old accustom'd corner place	E
'He's done with feasting and with drinking	H
With Burgundy and Bouillabaisse '	-
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My old accustom'd corner here is	E
The table still is in the nook	L
Ah vanished many a busy year is	E
This well known chair since last I took	L
When first I saw ye cari luoghi	M
I'd scarce a beard upon my face	E
And now a grizzled grim old fogy	N
I sit and wait for Bouillabaisse	E
	-
Where are you old companions trusty	N
Of early days here met to dine	G
Come waiter quick a flagon crusty	N
I'll pledge them in the good old wine	G
The kind old voices and old faces	E
My memory can quick retrace	E
Around the board they take their places	E
And share the wine and Bouillabaisse	E
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There's Jack has made a wondrous marriage	O
There's laughing Tom is laughing yet	P
There's brave Augustus drives his carriage	O
There's poor old Fred in the Gazette	P
On James's head the grass is growing	H
Good Lord the world has wagged apace	E
Since here we sat the Claret flowing	H
And drank and ate the Bouillabaisse	E
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Ah me how quick the days are flitting	H
I mind me of a time that's gone	G
When here I'd sit as now I'm sitting	H
In this same place but not alone	G
A fair young form was nestled near me	N
A dear dear face looked fondly up	Q
And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me	N
There's no one now to share my cup	Q
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I drink it as the Fates ordain it	R
Come fill it and have done with rhymes	E
Fill up the lonely glass and drain it	R
In memory of dear old times	E
Welcome the wine whate'er the seal is	E
And sit you down and say your grace	E
With thankful heart whate'er the meal is	E
Here comes the smoking Bouillabaisse	E

William Makepeace Thackeray

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