Now think well of this story, you beer-loving blokes,

Which is often recounted with humour by folks

     Who know The Three Horseshoes serve very strong ale,

    And it’s this which attributes so much to this tale.

 

After downing six pints of the pub’s strongest brew,

Albert Downing stood up and he said his adieu.

    He then zig-zagged off home down a quiet country lane,

    And then not till next morning was he seen again.

 

Albert’s wife went to bed, for she thought he’d be late,

But at four in the morning her fear became great,

    For she woke in the dark quite alone in her bed,

    And alarm overcame her and filled her with dread.

 

There was nothing to do but to wait until day

When she soon would discover where Albert had strayed,

    For with six pints inside him, he wouldn’t go far,

    And was probably sleeping out under the stars.

 

Albert drunkenly staggered back home to his bed,

But mistook his own gate for the farm gate instead.

    He was feeling quite drunk, as no one can deny,

    And he spent the whole night with a sow in her sty.

 

With his arms wrapped around her, he spoke of his love,

“Oh my darling, my dearest, my sweet turtle dove.”

     And then nestling beside her, he snored all the night,

     But, on waking, he'd reason for feeling some fright

 

For a couple of policemen were calling his name,

And to wake with a hangover seemed such a shame

    For he and the sow had no cause for lament,

    For what a good night she and Albert had spent.

 

So remember old Albert as you stagger home

And pay good attention to where you do roam

    For the sow may be warm and your night quite content

    But that farmer’s now charging a fortune in rent.

 

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