"but its late, and i really should be getting home
something in this glass is making me drink alone
i tell you one thin my friends you dont even have to ask
theres a broken heart in every empty glasss."
fell from the Ladder and broke his skull, so they carried Him home, his corpse to wake, rolled Him up in a nice clean sheet, and laided Him upon the bed, A bottle of Whiskey At his feet, and a gallon of Porter At his head.
Mickey Maloney raised his head,
when a bottle Of Whiskey flew at him,
it missed him falling on The Bed,
the liquor scattered over Tim,
Tim Revives,
see how he rises,
Timothy rising from the bed,
Whirl your Whisky around like blazes Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead!
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