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Song for Thing's Tide 
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Tune: "Fanny Poer" by Turlough O'Carolan
Midsummer's come and gone this year
And now days shorten, the cold draws near
But I'm sweating my brains right out of my ear
So thank the gods for this ice-cold beer!
My shoes are squishy and soaked with sweat
And damn if the clothing I wear ain't wet
Mosquitoes will find of me blood to get
But those f**ers will fly away drunk, I bet!
The axe-throwing and bow-shooting go fine, I say!
Drunk people with sharp thingies will find a way
To get the most out of this hot, humid day
A bunch of heathens at play!
The beer-drinking and blot-sumbleing unify kin
Folk passing out, crashed all about, we call "turned in"
And the next day we wake up mouth tasting of tin
Reminding of the fun there's been.
©
Karl Donaldsson
The Hearth
of Karl Donaldsson
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