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A Spot of Rum
Pray tell me, Father Murphy
Might you have a spot of rum?
I’ve left mine in the galley
And I’ve quite a thirst for some
Yes, I do, dear Brother John
A spot or two of rum
It’s stowed among the vestments
Where I often go when glum
May I walk you there, my Father?
Perhaps, we’ll share a spot of rum
For my throat is parched and sober
It’s quite a burden on the tongue
Follow me, dear Brother John
Let us share a spot of rum
In the corner of the sacristy
Where I also keep some crumbs
So, Father Murphy and Brother John
Shared a spot or two of rum
When in traipsed Sister Mary
With a bandage on her thumb
Father Murphy and Brother John
Drank a wee bit too much rum
They called to Sister Mary
Would you like to join us, mum?
Sister Mary was a stickler
She could not abide the rum
But her thumb was madly throbbing
So, she joined her drunken chums
Father, Brother, and Sister, too
When they’d finished all the rum
They passed out in the sacristy
Where they slept ‘till morning come
Pray tell me, Father Murphy
Might you have a spot of rum?
I’ve left mine in the galley
And I’ve quite a thirst for some
Yes, I do, dear Brother John
A spot or two of rum
It’s stowed among the vestments
Where I often go when glum
May I walk you there, my Father?
Perhaps, we’ll share a spot of rum
For my throat is parched and sober
It’s quite a burden on the tongue
Follow me, dear Brother John
Let us share a spot of rum
In the corner of the sacristy
Where I also keep some crumbs
So, Father Murphy and Brother John
Shared a spot or two of rum
When in traipsed Sister Mary
With a bandage on her thumb
Father Murphy and Brother John
Drank a wee bit too much rum
They called to Sister Mary
Would you like to join us, mum?
Sister Mary was a stickler
She could not abide the rum
But her thumb was madly throbbing
So, she joined her drunken chums
Father, Brother, and Sister, too
When they’d finished all the rum
They passed out in the sacristy
Where they slept ‘till morning come
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