grog


In the morning trodding through my dream

Coats of red and coats of blue

Boots high to the knee

Caked with blood and dirt

But a pint for thee, and thee, and thee…

And top hats doffed

By plainclothed folk

And a pitcher of beer

Under a sky of sparkling stars

An open roof

And open hearts

And life flying by

Flying by

 

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