Wooden boats to ****** oaths,
Come on let's have a spell,
For the time is near to chug a beer,
Your tale is fair to tell.
And a barbie too, round hopping roos,
That go in haste of wander,
Through fertile fields, that justly yield
For this isle iv grown much fonder.
So what's the go, of the land down low
Where the folks are chilled and paced
Well never say no, to having a go
And come forth to thou lands embrace
So put away your smartphone
And come yarn over the now
Now crack that beer, the sun is here
And then we,ll roast that ****** sow
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
Wooden boats to ****** oaths,
Come on let's have a spell,
For the time is near to chug a beer,
Your tale is fair to tell.
And a barbie too, round hopping roos,
That go in haste of wander,
Through fertile fields, that justly yield
For this isle iv grown much fonder.
So what's the go, of the land down low
Where the folks are chilled and paced
Well never say no, to having a go
And come forth to thou lands embrace
So put away your smartphone
And come yarn over the now
Now crack that beer, the sun is here
And then we,ll roast that ****** sow
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