30 December 2012
38 years ago tomorrow, Three unwise men were guided by a light. Their nerves had got the better, The men were desperate for a shite.
Gifts brought without much care, They bore flowers, grapes and cash. Quick visit to sister and newborn boy, Then these men were going out upon the lash.
A weekend spent crawling bars, Claiming free beer in the name of Burr. Came to a nasty end for one, When he caught a dose from an aged 'huer'.
The boy has now grown up, Wet three of his own babies' heads. Now home in dear old Ulster, His three uncles will be buying him the pints instead.
Burrthday Warm Up • Opuss № I