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teamwork


I'm the man who drills the hole in the barrel
it's taken me dedicated years to get this job
a whole batch of whiskey gone to pot
if my drill slips and I make a little blob

my mate Arthur makes the bungs
and if we didn't liaise
we could fit the wrong sized hole
and have some drastic days

the bung too small
the whiskey slowly creeps
through that little gap
and down the side it weeps

so we have a daily conference
and with a judgement that's nice
match the plug and hole
to a fit that's just precise

arthur's of the old school
his bungs are all hand made
each signed with a flourish
by that master of his trade

it's true to say
our very soul
goes into each and every
bung and matching hole

next time you chase your Liffey Water
with that spirit we like the most
to the team that bungs the barrels
raise your Water of Life in toast

the team that fits the bungs to the barrels
men of skill of such a rare and precise sort
and we do our work with intensity of feeling
and an almost supernatural  sense of rapport







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