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Waes-Hael the New Year Eve!
A drink or two, around our streets,
hailing jolly greets to folk we'd meet,
knocking on doors and sup from cups
the hot Lamb's Wool they offered us
giving no thought to snow or sleet.
We thought of self as king or queen
and copped or gave a kiss as treat,
and never thought that was enough
this drink or two...
On new-years day between loud sheets
with pounding head and furred tongued bleats,
groans of " Dear God I feel so rough "
as conscience tuts " that sure is tough.."
and " who barfed on the toilet seat,
a drink or two? "
hailing jolly greets to folk we'd meet,
knocking on doors and sup from cups
the hot Lamb's Wool they offered us
giving no thought to snow or sleet.
We thought of self as king or queen
and copped or gave a kiss as treat,
and never thought that was enough
this drink or two...
On new-years day between loud sheets
with pounding head and furred tongued bleats,
groans of " Dear God I feel so rough "
as conscience tuts " that sure is tough.."
and " who barfed on the toilet seat,
a drink or two? "
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