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The Harbour Bar
Said Willie to the Dazzler
As they settled in the snug
We’ll take a pint of Bushmills malt
To fill yon claret jug
Then the silver jug was lifted
And held to Dazzler’s lips
To celebrate the winning
Of the Open Championship
In the sunlight on tobaccoed walls
As gold on silver fills the west
In black and white and green and red
The mythic Georgie Best
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Thursday 18th July 2024 8:17 am
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