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!
...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.