A man galloped to the gallows
Happy in foot
You drink every night
But i must fight.
A man hopped to the chop
Brash and flash
Your nose is worn from use
But i'm for the noose.
A woman to a dozen
All twelve are the brave
Your hurt to the soul
But it is I, who is foul.
A man galloped to the gallows
Is happy the same
Your word is none of reason
I am put to shame.
To Oscar
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