Crawling back into the tavern, sluggishly climbing up to the bar. Barkeep another rum and Bushmills pleeeeeese and pass me that bastard dog that bit me last night,I'm gonna bite him back...Arrrgh.. hair of the dog? anymore of that Rover and ye'll be skinned laddie.....If I start singing I am the monarch of the sea, just throw me outside again mates. Yours,(alive,just)Aye Dave