Tosspint rises early
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Sprung from a nightmare's claw
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Thrice crows the dawn cock
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The mist is on the moor
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Tosspint cries from croaking gills
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Thank God I'm not forsaken
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From the hellish depths of sleep
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At last I am awaken
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Tosspint flushed his kidneys
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And rained a golden shower
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Pleased to piss a good pot full
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He shat upon the hour
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Tosspint filled his belly
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With tripe and ox's tongue
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A sucking pig stuffed with figs
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Into his guts he flung
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Full belly and the dance is merry
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Where hunger reigns no strength obtains
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The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
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Ring the bells and beat the drum
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Tosspint drinks lustily
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And pees against the sun
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All around the hoary oak
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The laughing maidens run
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Tosspint warms his codpiece
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To the flour adds the yeast
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In the field by Tanner's Mill
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He plays to two-backed beast
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Twist the spigot, close the hole
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Stoke the fire and blow the coal
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The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
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Ring the bells and beat the drum
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Full belly and the dance is merry
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Where hunger reigns no strength obtains
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The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
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Ring the bells and beat the drum
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Tosspint fell foul of dogma
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And slipped into schism
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The trial was quick, the sky grew dark
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They led him from the prison
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Tied him to a stake of oak
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Lit a fire of wood and coke
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The crowd sang out "His bacon's smoked!"
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The bells rang out "Tosspint's croaked!"
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Tosspint under flaming sky
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Walks through the fires of Hell
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Where bestial demons threw the damned
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Screaming as they fell
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Into pits of burning coals
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Tosspint throws up his last bowl
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And mingled with the soup
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His soul
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Tosspint rises early
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Sprung from a nightmare's claw
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Thrice crows the dawn cock
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The mist is on the moor
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Twist the spigot, close the hole
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Stoke the fire and blow the coal
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The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
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Ring the bells and beat the drum
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Tosspint
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Pogues |