Sing this to the tune of “On the Rocky Road to Dublin.”
Three cheers for the red wine and booze,
Three cheers for Ireland, and Michael Kenna too;
When grub was slim and pickings thin,
We all came to Hink’s,
To eat a lot of free lunch,
Without buying any drinks.
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Mary has two silken sox,
Rolled down below her knees;
Mary once had chickenpox,
Which spoiled the scenery.
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