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Tosspint rises early |
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Sprung from a nightmare's claw |
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Thrice crows the dawn cock |
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The mist is on the moor |
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Tosspint cries from croaking gills |
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Thank God I'm not forsaken |
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From the hellish depths of sleep |
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At last I am awaken |
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Tosspint flushed his kidneys |
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And rained a golden shower |
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Pleased to piss a good pot full |
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He shat upon the hour |
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Tosspint filled his belly |
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With tripe and ox's tongue |
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A sucking pig stuffed with figs |
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Into his guts he flung |
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Full belly and the dance is merry |
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Where hunger reigns no strength obtains |
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The wheel spins, the gurdy hums |
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Ring the bells and beat the drum |
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Tosspint drinks lustily |
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And pees against the sun |
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All around the hoary oak |
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The laughing maidens run |
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Tosspint warms his codpiece |
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To the flour adds the yeast |
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In the field by Tanner's Mill |
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He plays to two-backed beast |
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Twist the spigot, close the hole |
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Stoke the fire and blow the coal |
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The wheel spins, the gurdy hums |
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Ring the bells and beat the drum |
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Full belly and the dance is merry |
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Where hunger reigns no strength obtains |
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The wheel spins, the gurdy hums |
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Ring the bells and beat the drum |
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Tosspint fell foul of dogma |
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And slipped into schism |
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The trial was quick, the sky grew dark |
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They led him from the prison |
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Tied him to a stake of oak |
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Lit a fire of wood and coke |
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The crowd sang out "His bacon's smoked!" |
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The bells rang out "Tosspint's croaked!" |
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Tosspint under flaming sky |
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Walks through the fires of Hell |
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Where bestial demons threw the damned |
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Screaming as they fell |
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Into pits of burning coals |
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Tosspint throws up his last bowl |
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And mingled with the soup |
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His soul |
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Tosspint rises early |
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Sprung from a nightmare's claw |
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Thrice crows the dawn cock |
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The mist is on the moor |
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Twist the spigot, close the hole |
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Stoke the fire and blow the coal |
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The wheel spins, the gurdy hums |
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Ring the bells and beat the drum |
