Give Me An Ale To Cure What Ails

 Me head, me heart, me feet, me arse!
Give me an ale to cure what ails.
A lump, a bump, a bruise, a break!
Give me an ale to cure what ails.
An ale to soothe, an ale to sate,
An ale can make me feel just great.
But too much ale can make me ache,
So it’s last call now, it’s gettin’ late.
If we don’t stop now our heads will pound,
An’ the room will start ta spinnin’ round.
But there’s a sure-fire way to feelin’ great…
Give me an ale to cure what ails!
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by Kelly Lynne

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