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78 lines
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CELTIC NIGHT OUT
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(Sung to the tune of "Do you hear what I hear?")
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Dedicated to Morgan Graymael
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By Lucillus, the Mad Poet
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Said the mighty horse to the little lamb:
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"Do you hear what I hear?
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Footsteps in the night, little lamb.
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Do you hear what I hear?
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A Celt! A Celt!
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Coming in the night,
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Let us try to stay out of his sight.
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My ass is too tired, yours too tight!"
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Said the little lamb to the mighty horse:
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"Do you see what I see?
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Coming at us now, what a sight!
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Do you see what I see?
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A Celt! A Celt!
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Painted head to toe,
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He has come to abuse us, I know!
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Oh, why must you do this, please go!"
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Said the painted Celt to the mighty horse:
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"Do you know why I'm here?
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See if you can guess, stupid horse.
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Do you know why I'm here?
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It's time again, and you have a friend,
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We will make this a night to recall,
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I'll not stop until I've had you all!"
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Said the little lamb to the painted Celt:
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"Listen to what I say!
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While you do the horse, mighty Celt.
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Listen to what I say!
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Please spare my ass,
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There's no need to harass,
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Can't you be just satisfied with him?
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Oh, please don't cave my bottom in!"
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Said the painted Celt to the little lamb:
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"Listen to me well now!
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I'll tell you what I'll do, foolish lamb.
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Listen to me well now!
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One's not enough!
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It won't be so tough,
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You might even enjoy what I do.
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Why have one when I can have you too!"
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Said the mighty horse to the smelly Celt:
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"Well, I hope you're done now!
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With your act so foul, smelly Celt!
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Well, I hope you're done now!
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Please spare the lamb, don't you give a
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damn?
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You might hurt the poor little thing!
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I thank God your friend you didn't bring!"
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Said the tired Celt to the horse and lamb:
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"Won't you quit your whining?
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Take it like you should, silly beasts!
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Won't you quit your whining?
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We had a blast! And I got some ass,
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It's much better than sex with my wife!
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And you don't even threaten my life!"
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