Thine birthday was a grand and hearty feast;
We supped on fowl, roast beef and bread not stale.
We gorged so much we nearly were deceased
And drank our fill from vats of finest ale.
Yeah, gluttons all we shamed ourselves in greed,
Sang bawdy songs of country girls so sweet
Till Will supplied us with some high grade weed,
Then all of us danced naked in the street.
Next morn I woke with hammers in my head,
Mine eyes were blurred, mine tongue so dry forsooth.
Mine roiling guts had forced me out of bed,
I vomited and noticed one sore tooth.
I asked in town if they had seen the dentist?
‘He’s out, you’ll have to see his drunk apprentice.’
