Ten pints of Ale
Afore we roam across the boisterous sea.
Ten for me and ten for thee
Before we hoist the sail.
A little hornpipe or a jig
To set us on our way.
We're off to take the convicts
Across to Botany Bay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Are you sure ten pints are enough? : -)
well, they were a bunch of softies. I knew someone who claimed to down 18 pints. He's dead now and unlikely to improve. Mind you his body should be well preserved with all that alcohol. Tom