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[title] => Pub/'/s Life
[time] => 2016-05-16 20:52:34
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[bodytext] => Me thinks drinking may well be the prime sin.
Givest me that evil every time, lad.
You can boast of other ways now akin,
true, but they don’t makest me half so glad.
I’m glad finding new friends sharing my fault,
they don’t leave this blighter feeling so sad,
rather they bring cheer to a bad old salt,
Know this, Mate, it’s a good time now I’ve had.
Makest thyself useful, maid, bring a cup
placing same on table, ale’s not so bad.
My friends show their great thirst after fine sup,
pray, don’t keep them waiting, they will be mad.
Leave the cold out, we’ll drink talking night long
life without drink seems to me is most sad.
A man hating ale has something most wrong.
I think he is a fat wretched staid cad.
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