Then out of my pocket I took soverigns bright And spun them and waved them to gleam in the light The landlady frowned, snarled, now if I'm right This is Canada, not England, keep your soverigns, Good night!
...my parents... ...and if they lend me money as oftimes before then I'll not bollux this song, the while Drover, no more
That's my take on a song that gets too holy. Thanks so much to the Shambles. I haven't grinned like that in quite a while.
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