| 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 |