A pirate sings about prohibition coming:
Oh play me a tune you whiskey-filled June
That comes before dooms day July
drinkin up dregs
Like a man who begs
Near a trough where the other pigs lie.
When decision is made there is no escape
So in indecision I’ll stay
Amid mud and muck, I’d rather be stuck
It’s not I who’ll pass thru judgment today.
So sing sing away and play merrily on!
As long as I’m here in this hole -
Ahoy here and stop, pray
pour me one more drop, eh?
and I’ll go and pray more for me soul
…plop. (he falls in the muck).
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