Death - Hot_Asphalt_text - Hot Asphalt text Good evening...

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Hot Asphalt text Good evening all me jolly lads I'm glad to see you're well If you'll gather all around me now the story I will tell For I've got a situation and begorah and begob I can whisper I've the weekly wage of nineteen bob 'Tis tvelwe months come October since I left me native home After helping in Killarney, boys, to bring the harvest down But now I wear a geansai and around me waist a belt I'm the gaffer of the squad that makes the hot asphalt Well, we laid it in the hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever sure I swear I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world but sure I never felt any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt The other night a copper comes and he says to me, "McGuire, Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire?" And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till late And says I, "Me dacent man, you'd better go and find your bate" He ups and yells, "I'm down on you, I'm up to all yer pranks
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