.Sup up, lad, I've spilt more ale down me waistcoat
Than you've supped tonight.
Bonnington's or Willy's lads?
Willy's tastes like piss.
I've got ten pints down me neck the night,
He's blown some froth off his.
Now I've got to leave room for me chips,
So twenty pints is fin.
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