My child’s first cry and morning dew,
The best vine drops a little, few
Unhappy thoughts, more breezy smiles,
Ship sailing me a thousand miles,
Dogs one or two, feel no remorse,
And always chart my own course,
Forgive all those who is worth,
Marry a girl, or, maybe, both,
Live life forever at full throttle
And never bring my own bottle!
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