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well, with all this BEER talk... i thought it was time to balance out our diets...
Bundaberg Rum
by W.N. Scott
God made the sugarcane grow where it's hot,
And teetotal abstainers to grow where it is not,
Let the Sin Bosun warn of perdition to come,
We'll drink it, and chance it, so bring on the rum.
Bundaberg Rum, Overproof Rum,
Will tan your insides and grow hair on your bum,
Let the Blue Ribbon beat on his old empty drum,
Or his waterlogged belly, we'll stick to our rum.
These are men who drink it, men indeed,
Men of the Bushranging oldtime hairy-necked breed,
They shave with their axes, they dress in old rags,
They feed on old boots, they sleep on old bags.
Dull care flies away when their voices resound,
And the grass shrivels up when they spit on the ground.
Bundaberg Rum, Overproof Rum,
Will tan your insides and grow hair on your bum,
Let the Blue Ribbon beat on his old empty drum,
Or his waterlogged belly, we'll stick to our rum.
When they finally die and are sunk in the clay,
Their bodies are pickled and never decay,
On the morning of judgement, when the skies are rolled back,
They'd stroll from their graves up the long golden track,
And their voices would echo throughout Kingdom Come,
As they toast the Archangels in Bundaberg Rum.
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Ohayo!!!
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