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Three quarks
for Muster Mark! |
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| Sure he hasn't got much of a bark |
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| And sure any he has it's all beside the mark. |
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| But O, Wreneagle Almighty, wouldn't un be a sky of
a lark |
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| To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt
in the dark |
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| And he hunting round for uns speckled trousers around
by Palmer- |
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| stown Park? |
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| Hohohoho, moulty Mark! |
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| You're the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of
a Noah's ark |
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| And you think you're cock of the wark. |
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| Fowls, up! Tristy's the spry young spark |
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| That'll tread her and wed her and bed her and red
her |
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| Without ever winking the tail of a feather |
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| And that's how that chap's going to make his money
and mark! |
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| Overhoved, shrillgleescreaming. That song sang seaswans. |
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| The winging ones. Seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel |
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| and capercallzie. All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold |
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| when they smacked the big kuss of Trustan with Usolde. |
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| And there they were too, when it was dark, whilest the
wild- |
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| caps was circling, as slow their ship, the winds aslight, upborne |
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| the fates, the wardorse moved, by courtesy of Mr Deaubaleau |
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| Downbellow Kaempersally, listening in, as hard as they could, in |
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| Dubbeldorp, the donker, by the tourneyold of the wattarfalls, |
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| with their vuoxens and they kemin in so hattajocky (only a |
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