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A Tankard of Ale
"This new mode of docking," the fat friar said, " I perceive does not make a horse trot ill;
And 'tis cheap, for he never can eat off his head, While I am engaged with the bottle. Which goes gluggity, gluggity, glug."
The steed made a stop, in the pond he had got,
He was rather for drinking than grazing ; Quoth the friar, " 'Tis strange headless horses should trot,
But to drink with their tail is amazing." Turning round to find whence this phenomenon arose,
In the pond fell this son of the bottle; Quoth he, " The head's found, for I'm under his nose ;
I wish I was over the bottle ! Which goes gluggity, gluggity, glug."
By William Makepeace Thackeray (1811-63)
The Pope he is a happy man,
His Palace is the Vatican,
And there he sits and drains his can :
The Pope he is a happy man.
I often 6ay when I'm at home
I'd like to be the Pope of Rome.
And then there's Sultan Saladin, That Turkish Sultan full of sin ; He has a hundred wives at least, By which his pleasure is increased :
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