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Afterward - Her Most Regal Majesty, the Queen of Snark
void where prohibited, except by law
Back at the house
A bottle is found
And opened in honour
Of those who have drowned
While we who have not
Are stricken with guilt
And dutifully see
That not one drop is spilt

We're drinking to life
We're drinking to death
We're drinking 'til none of our
Livers are left
We're wending our way down
To the spirit store
We'll drink till we just
Can't drink anymore

Raise your glasses high
Drink the cellar dry

Well, bloody my nose
And blacken my eye
If it ain't some young Turk
In search of a fight
And chanticleer's chest
Is sagging with pride
For honour has yet
To be satisfied

Well, Heaven be thanked
We live in an age
When no man need bother
Except on the stage
With "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"
And definitely not tonight

(excerpt from "A Drinking Song" by Neil Hannon aka The Divine Comedy)

Costume is done. Phew. Now I just have to hope it'll dry in time.
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crocodilewings From: crocodilewings Date: November 11th, 2004 11:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
There'll always be an England
An Ireland and a France
A Lichtenstein and Finland
For we have but one chance!

I love this song.
gnimmel From: gnimmel Date: November 12th, 2004 10:47 am (UTC) (Link)
There's a marvellous co-incidence; I was just listening to that song.
Because it is good.
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