Plonk 4 Aussies
the grip o the grape,
sweet flagon solace,
a drop of the steam it will do,
we's sucking the wine,
not much of a crime,
just leave that ole flagon there blue...
with me Kangaroo dog,
i'm out for a jog,
the Kangaroos sidestepping away,
ole Dan Kinnear is choked down with a Hog,
them fowls say the rooster wont play?
Dan's flagon is empty,
he sucked down some, plenty,
the Hog has just staggered away,
his love life just went,
she said he was bent,
bloody pig of a thing to just say...
Of Robbie Burns II... Harry J Horsman
Don Johnson
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