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Golden brown, the liquid summer;
Holds me tighter than a lover.
Whiskey gives me a joyful fill
But, alas, I cannot pay the ruddy bill.
Forget me wallet, and lost me sense;
The barmaids yellin’ for her recompense.
I met a filly at the end of the eve;
She kissed me first but left with Steve.
I’ve got an empty in my heart,
That rivals my pockets, and gives me a start.
They threw me in a dirty street,
And beat me from me head to feet
The whiskey flows inside me veins,
Me legs dance a swerve on cobbled lanes.
Oh, bother me soul, I’m still feeling frisky -
Dastardly tale of woe and whiskey
How’d I’d love to have another.
Could you spare a tenner, brother?
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