PEWTER WOGGLERS BANGLING SONG


Come fellows raise your fumbeljugs,
Until your cringe is plunging.
Come raise aloft your nut-brown grot,
For soon we'll all be munging.
For tonight I'll drain the posset dry,
Every man shall do the same as I,
If he don't I'll wurdle in his eye.
Tomorrow we'll be grunging,
Tomorrow we'll be grunging.


This guy is a world-class Jumbuck in his own Wurdle!!

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