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He bent right down to pick up his valise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
And let you off from your opinions glum
The best of all things to an end must come
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