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Date Posted: 17:06:34 01/21/02 Mon
Author: Rayne
Subject: Aah, that song...
In reply to: Bren 's message, "Feeling better" on 15:03:14 01/21/02 Mon

Rayne glanced up at the yell, wondering for a moment who was calling them. Another unfortunate trapped/enprisoned soul? Probably. He turned back to Div and smiled, ruffling his ears kindly. **I know the very song you speak up.

What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor, earl-ie in the morning?

Hoo-ray, and up he rises,
Hoo-ray, and up he rises,
Hoo-ray and up he rises, earl-ie in the morning.

Hungover as shit and with a face like a harpy,
Hungover as shit and with a face like a harpy,
Hungover as shit and with a face like a harpy, earl-ie in the morning.

He swaggers and stumbles out of bed,
He swaggers and stumbles out of bed,
He swaggers and stumbles out of bed, earl-ie in the morning.

He trips over a chair and hits his head,
He trips over a chair and hits his head,
He trips over a chair and hits his head, and oh how he swore.

He swore an oath on his mother's grave,
He swore an oath on his mother's grave,
He swore an oath on his mother's grave, earl-ie on that morning.

He cursed with breath that would stun a green,
He cursed with breath that would stun a green,
He cursed with breath that would stun a green, ealr-ie on that morning.

He looked over at his mate,
He looked over at his mate,
He looked over at his mate, and couldn't remember her name.

He searched his mind in a frantic fit,
He searched his mind in a frantic fit,
He searched his mind in a frantic fit, but with no reward.

He cocked an ear to the sound of footsteps,
He cocked an ear to the sound of footsteps,
He cocked an ear to the sound of footsteps, falling on the ground.

Oh shit! It was his wife,
Oh shit! It was his wife,
Oh shit! It was his wife, earl-ie home from work.

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