"OH THERE'S SOBER MEN AND PLENTY,
AND DRUNKARDS BARELY TWENTY,
THERE'S MEN OF OVER NINETY,
WHO HAVE NEVER YET KISSED A GIRL.
BUT GIVE ME A RAMBLING ROVER,
FROM ORKNEY DOWN TO DOVER,
WE'LL ROAM THE COUNTRY OVER AND
TOGETHER WE'LL FACE THE WORLD!"

What ho! Mortee-landlady! I see the old codger who should be serving drinks is hiding under the table. Can ye just pull me a nice sweet ale?

You know, I wouldn't have stumbled coming into this place if someone hadn't stepped on my hand!