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Jul 2018
Me and my Humble pie
Me oh my, oh me and my.
Its time to eat some humble pie

What did I do last night I sigh,
My pounding head oh  I want to cry

Ma, would you bring me water before I die
I'll give ya water when I blacken your eye

Well what did I do to deserve such a reply
Oh what did I do says the quiet little boy

Cant you remember what you done last night
No, what did i do, now asking you twice

Well besides being a sorry  drunken sight
For the third time, what the hell did i do last night

Well ya drank 12 pints of barley  ale,
And after which you were very pale

The yeast in the ale knocked my sail
Then turning my night into a dreary tale

Oh sure, 12 pints of yeast would have to be it
The reason for you swimming  in your own *****

It happened, that's it, was the first of the year
Well If it happens again, your out on your ear,

Very well mama dear, I've been given the fear
Shall be it, the first and last of this year,

Ok little boy, let your performance be the last
Pace yourself please, don't drink like a calf

Now what are the chances of tea and some toast
For who's the one that loves you the most

Butter me up, tries the sick little boy
Sorry no tea, nor toast, just sweet humble pie
About been hungover after acting like a *******
Alan Browne
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Alan Browne  33/Tipperary, Laois
(33/Tipperary, Laois)   
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