.They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole,
A prick of a man we liked to call âCock-a-doodled-Andy',
Drank a pint oâ âtruth-be-toldâ, called the bride a filthy moll,
There the party lost control & rioted âtil Sunday.
Toward the quay they went, spewed all o'e.
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