I want a beer: oh, an uncommon want,
When every New Year’s Eve sends forth a slew,
Which I demolish in some favourite haunt,
To bid the last twelve months a fond adieu;
But when I wake up, wracked with pain, and gaunt,
I swear I’ll never sup another brew —
So pounding is my headache New Year’s Day,
That only beer can make it go away...
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