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It was a night of many beers, Misunderstanding arose, Which was why without malice Paddy Rea smashed my nose And as I sat there crying Shocked and on the ground Glasby the avenger quickly Knocked old Paddy down. So, while .he was next to me I explained his mistake And magnanimously he held Out his hand for me to shake, Then Paddy held me still While Glasby set the bone Said just don't blow it Just leave it alone And in a couple of days It will be right as rain. And because of the beers I wasn't feeling any pain So when Glasby said A good job I think All in all This calls for a drink. We returned to the bar And by drinking with care I very soon forgot My injury was there. A night of misunderstanding Said Paddy Rea with a sigh Casually sporting A painful black eye. More raised glasses And to shouts of cheers We all and sundry Supped a few more cold beers; Two days later You'd never have known That I'd ever suffered Any broken bones And Paddy Rea Had forgotten why For days he wore His blackened eye I never went to the MO We just didn't in those days Just dealt with such things In time honoured squaddie ways Vote for this poem
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