A Good Keen Man [2]
Sir:
In winter when the days are short
And I’m a trifle blue, sir,
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I often go and have a snort
With my cobber at the boozer.
To hear that old Pig Island twang,
It leaves me quite elated;
My cobber doesn’t give a hang
Who else is educated.
Whenever his wife is short of kale
She raises quite a stink, sir;
The john hops are on his trail;
He’s done a spell in clink, sir.
And in his own expressive way
Without the help of a book, sir,
He knows the relevant words to say
When he is feeling crook, sir.
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