Uploaded September 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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I drank from that thousand-year-aged jug, I drank, I drank,
Between the covers, with an earthly delight
Her legs would share the moonlight,
I kissed her toes, I kissed, I kissed.

The prairie-mad one is punishing her idol;
The boy is two houses down, he's come from London;
Let them write that disasters always come in pairs,
A waiter's cruelty has seized the pub.

The set of our traditional play is a paper handkerchief
If only I had loved you only for this.