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| The Newby's Song
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| To the tune of the Star Spangled Banner
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| in the key of Horribly Hung Over
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| Gunnar Redbeard
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| Oh, say did you see where I went to last night?
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| Or the people I met? Or the stuff I was drinking?
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| I'm as sick as a dog, and my head is too tight,
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| for it seems I went out and got thoroughly stinking!
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| And the people come round, even some wearing crowns,
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| to applaud last night's show and to see if I drowned.
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| Oh, tell me that it's a bad dream or a joke it really poor taste.
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| For I don't recall a thing. What a miserable waste.
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| Oh, say it's not true, all the stories I hear,
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| for I'm not sure I'm thrilled with my new reputation.
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| Through the campground we cruised, mixing vodka and beer,
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| and we partied all night to complete dissipation.
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| And the night watch took care, both amused and despared,
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| to guild be back home, but I know not from where.
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| Oh, tell me that it's a bad dream, or a joke in really poor taste.
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| For I don't recall a thing. What a miserable waste!
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| This Old Garb
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| by,
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| Gunnar Redbeard
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| This old garb is a faithful friend, an old soft shoe and a stylish kit.
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| It has served for years through thick and thin...I really ought to finish it.
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| Has it been so long since that first Crown? It's seen tourneys, courts and wars.
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| I've gained ten years and twenty pounds, it scarcely fits me any more.
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| They keep me jumping, Heaven knows, and my time is always better spent.
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| But with closets full of fancy clothes, it's becoming an embarassment.
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| Those pins weren't meant to last so long, that duct tape's finally oozing through,
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| and that trim I quickly stapled on could also use a stitch or two.
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| There's no excuse for me to wait! I'll get it done this Saturday,
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| and whip it up in proper shape before the fabric wears away.
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| Yes, time has come to make an end (and loose the seams a little bit).
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| This old garb is a faithful friend. I really ought to finish it.
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