Cos we’re all goin’ to the place I know Take me to the chariot in the morn Where there’s whisky and fiddles and plenty things more Take me to the chariot in the morn
"Get back in the mill!" "Somethings the matter with that mill!" "You rouge!" "I am not a rouge! I AM NOT A ROUGE!" "You have wronged your royalties!" "Monachism a'int right!"