Dun Drunking
Did I tell you about this young fellow
His manner was warm and mellow.
He went out one night
Had a drink and a fight,
Now their whisking him off to the gallow.
His friends went off to the court house,
Trying to plead for his case.
They said he only had one pint mi lord,
The next minute,he was off of his face.
The judge said that we can't tolerate,
Getting drunk, and fighting in the street.
Sorry mi lord, it wasn't a fight,
I tripped over my two left feet.
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