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'T was an evening Thursday,
'T was the blacksmith's birthday,
And his guests were treated to some fresh roast meat.
All the faces beamed with pleasure
And the host was drunk with measure,
Blabbing 'bout his wife he was all th' evening long.

Men were having roasted meat,
Washing it down with beer.
What was the blacksmith driving at,
That didn't seem quite clear.

'I have come to know
Not that long ago',
So the blacksmith whispered to his drunken guests,
'With my missus you've been messing
Left me wondering and guessing.
'Tis why we have gathered on this holy night."

Men were having roasted meat,
Washing it down with beer.
What was the blacksmith driving at,
That didn't seem quite clear.

'She had always had inside
Somewhat bitchy rot.
But please tell me - she is tasty, is she not?'

Men were having roasted meat,
Washing it down with beer.
What was the blacksmith driving at,
That didn't seem quite clear.