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The word "gay", in this poem, is used to describe happiness.
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He strolled into the ale house
As if he'd lost his pay
Slouching to the Tap room
Where everyone was gay.
He had money in his pocket
But as he crossed the floor-
He looked like Jimmy Moffat
By the ragged coat he wore.
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His eyes searched round for someone
Who was working on his 'face'.
A Mosley Common deputy
Who backed on every race.
In the corner, by the door,
Sat old Billy Brown
Who beckoned to the deputy
And told him to sit down.
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Now the Mosley Common deputy-
With money of his own-
Asked old Bill to buy him one,
In a sly and honeyed tone.
And all the boozers round them
Knew a bite was near,
For old Billy Brown was crafty
And he quickly drank his beer. |
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Then saying to his deputy
As his four mates sat down,
"It's thy turn to get the beer in".
And the Boss, was, four drinks down.
Now the moral of this story is-
Don't ever be a fox,
And go round cadging bacca,
When you've bacca in your box. |
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