A kinder man can not be found, an angel in the rough.
A precious soul of nature, never less than tough.
Johanscouse, a knight of old, on this day ye doeth shine.
sweet prince, I wish thee well, on this thine birthday time.
If I could but kiss thine cheek, and share in this day.
Then I'd be there with a glass of ale,
and together we'd raise some hell.
I wish I could show thee just how much I care,
Till then my friend, well may ye fare.
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