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The horse and the mule live thirty years
And nothing know of wines and beers.
The goats and sheep at twenty die
With never a taste of scotch or rye.
The cow drinks water by the ton
And at eighteen is mostly done.
The dog at sixteen cashes in
Without the aid of rum or gin.
The cat in milk and water soaks
And then in twelve short years it croaks.
The sober, modest, bone-dry hen
Lays eggs for nogs, then dies at ten.
The animals are strictly dry
They sinless live and swiftly die.
But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men
Survive for three score years and ten.
By apotheosis
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And lest we
neglect the buxom lass
When she
doth drink we get some ... (anon)
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One, two, and three jolly coachmen sat in an English tavern
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Good vid, Grin.
ReplyDeleteI've always liked David Parry, Chuck, but his stuff is hard to track down. He used to be in a band called The Friends of Fiddler's Green out of London, Ontario. They were a delight. Here is the only video of them I have ever seen, with the late, great Stan Rogers playing his Barrett's Privateers. I wish there were a way I could play more for you.
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