Still working on a longer version of this one, a wine-making tune also mentioning a feathery contraption.
I have no idea what this tune is supposed to be but hey who cares.
The grapes are full upon the vine
birds aflight in late summer skies
gather to step and press me lads
come ye lasses to make the wine
Hand in hand jump up and down
let the jolly liquor flow
A few flagons to each
a cask for all
into the cellar some shall go
Up the ladder of tanager,
warbler and crossbill
and from skins overflowing
come and drink your fill
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