Memories of the Past
Sing this to the tune of “On the Rocky Road to Dublin.”
Three cheers for the red wine and booze,
Three cheers for Ireland, and Michael Kenna too;
When grub was slim and pickings thin,
We all came to Hink’s,
To eat a lot of free lunch,
Without buying any drinks.
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Mary has two silken sox,
Rolled down below her knees;
Mary once had chickenpox,
Which spoiled the scenery.
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