I’ve had enough, I’ll drink no more,
my poor old head is very sore.
I have this ghastly aching pain;
I’ll never touch the ***** again.

That alcohol?  It must be banned,
since drink has got so out of hand.
I firmly know it’s wicked stuff;
I’m stopping now.  I’ve had enough.

I’m not foul mouthed, my temper’s cool,
I’m not hang dog, I’m not a ghoul.
If  you consider what I’ve had,
I like to think I’m not too bad.

What’s that you say?  What do I think
and would I like another drink?
How very kind and entre nous,
a little one.  No, make that two.

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