Stumbling drunk through camp One night when I was frisky. Over some potent whisky. Like waves of the Bay of Biscay.I began to tumble and roar.My face was as red as a lobster.I fell and broke my poor nob, sir.My watch was picked from my fob, sir. I'll never get drunk no more Now I'm resolved to try it. I'll stick to a moderate diet I'll not drink, but I'll deny it. And shun the alehouse door. For that's where they tell us. With all the jolly good fellas. But I swear by the poker and bellows…..
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