Whisky, you are me darlint’,
I love you both early and late,
You above all other liquors
I pledge me whole estate.
If I were as low as a beggar,
You’d make me as high as a king,
And whisky, when you’re in me tummy,
I rattle, I roar, and I sing.
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Brigham Young would rejoice in present day styles. A bolt of gingham
would go almost around the family.
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