The hill is steep, the way is long
but I know I must be strong
Though I may stumble, even fall
I will recover and walk tall
As I journey I might well find
that distractions may confuse my mind
But with single minded concentration
I'm sure I'll reach my destination
If thorns should tangle up my feet
I'll struggle on and not be beat
Through bog and mire and deep morass
I'll keep the faith and safely pass
Through howling winds and driving rain
my determination will not wane
And though my will may sometimes falter
my destination shall not alter
An ache consumes my very soul
To reach Nirvana is my goal
That place of happiness distilled
where all my needs will be fulfilled
There is an instinct I obey
so I will never lose my way
And even if I slightly stray
I know I'll get there by mid-day
Let Bacchus be my guiding light
until, at last, my goal's in sight
With his help, despite my qualms
I know I'll reach 'The Maltsters Arms'
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