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Back in the Day
It's the final day of the routine seven,
The jig is nearly up,
Its back to work come morning time,
Till then we'll take a sup,
Sure Nealon's is the place to go,
Its usually quiet at this time,
Leave your gaf and start to walk,
And then call in to mine
The laughing and the chatting,
As the stout begins to flow,
Suddenly its last orders,
And then we'll have to go
I can't help but f...
Thursday 8th April 2021 12:34 am
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