Hi,

Here's an alternative last 2 verses.

(As I came home on a Saturday night, as drunk as drunk could be
I spied two hands upon her breasts, where my old hands should be.
I called to my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
Who's hands are these upon your breasts, where my old hands should be?

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannot see
'Tis nothing but a Living Bra Jane Russell gave to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more,
but fingernails on a Living Bra, I never saw before.

Now when I came home on Sunday night, a little after three.
I saw a man running out the door with his pants about his knee.
So I called to my wife and I said to her: would you kindly tell to me,
who was that man running out the door with his pants about his knee?

Oh you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,
'Twas nothing but the tax collector the Queen sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But an Englishman that could last 'till three I never saw before.)

Slainte

Alison