Share it with your friends:. Make comments, explore modern poetry. Join today for free! Sign up with Facebook. Whose woods these are I think I know. Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? The Foreign Drunk When you get tight in foreign lands You never need go slinking, No female neighbours lift their hands And say The brute!
Rise Ye! The Vanguard 2. Return Log in. Don't have an account? But I get drunk. I get drunk when I feel that I want a drink, and I get drunk when I don't. I get drunk because I had a row last night and made a fool of myself and it worries me, and when things are fixed up I get drunk to celebrate it.
And, mind you, I've got no craving for a drink. I get drunk because I'm frightened about things, and because I don't care a damn. Because I'm hard up and because I'm flush. And, somehow, I seem to have better luck when I'm drunk.
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