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Ah'm no drunk, Hic!
Lead kindly torch,
amid the encircling gloom.
Old Homers jist left the booser,
but he canny find his room.
The nicht is dark an’ fuzzy,
an’ old homers lost his bike.
An’ he canny ride wi’ oot it,
an his kilts too bleedin tight.
amid the encircling gloom.
Old Homers jist left the booser,
but he canny find his room.
The nicht is dark an’ fuzzy,
an’ old homers lost his bike.
An’ he canny ride wi’ oot it,
an his kilts too bleedin tight.
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