I think myself an Englishman
When with my Alsatian dog
Keep going
With the chain into my hand
And it barking at
And I trying to silence it
By speaking in English,
O, Rocky, do not do that,
Come here,
Try to follow me,
How many times shall,
Bark you,
Bark you not, my dear
As I know it
That a bite may be dangerous,
Just for to gather courage
And guts too
I go on saying,
Rocky this is bad,
Very bad,
Bark you not
In such a way
That others get frightened,
Rocky, Rocky!
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