Where are those trumpeters
Which can hold my ears big
As, a fair share of you is lost
To my deaf ears, an unkempt friar
Where are those teetotaler
Which can pull pegs after pegs
As, a taut was not enough
To drink me on, yelling three cheers
Where are those sagacious troll
Which can ocean a drop of my tear
As, I lay dead to your breed
Seeking no term, guilty of my deeds
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