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    Текст песни Tosspint
    Текст песни Tosspint
    Tosspint rises early
    Sprung from a nightmares claw
    Thrice crows the dawn cock
    The mist is on the moor
    Tosspint cries from croaking gills
    Thank God I am not forsaken
    From the hellish depths of sleep
    At last I am awaken
    Tosspint flushed his kidneys
    And rained a golden shower
    Pleased to piss a good pot full
    He shat upon the hour
    Tosspint filled his belly
    With tripe and ox´s tongue
    A sucking pig stuffed with figs
    Into his guts he flung
    Full belly and the dance is merry
    Where hunger reigns no strength obtains
    The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
    Ring the bells and beat the drum
    Tosspint drinks lustily
    And pees against the sun
    All around the hoary oak
    The laughing maidens run
    Tosspint warms his codpiece
    To the flour adds the yeast
    In the field by Tanners Mill
    He plays to two-backed beast
    Twist the spigot, close the hole
    Stoke the fire and blow the coal
    The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
    Ring the bells and beat the drum
    Full belly and the dance is merry
    Where hunger reigns no strength obtains
    The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
    Ring the bells and beat the drum
    Tosspint fell foul of dogma
    And slipped into schism
    The trial was quick, the sky grew dark
    They led him from the prison
    Tied him to a stake of oak
    Lit a fire of wood and coke
    The crowd sang out "His bacon's smoked!"
    The bells rang out "Tosspint's croaked!"
    Tosspint under flaming sky
    Walks through the fires of Hell
    Where bestial demons threw the damned
    Screaming as they fell
    Into pits of burning coals
    Tosspint throws up his last bowl
    And mingled with the soup
    His soul
    Tosspint rises early
    Sprung from a nightmare's claw
    Thrice crows the dawn cock
    The mist is on the moor
    Twist the spigot, close the hole
    Stoke the fire and blow the coal
    The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
    Ring the bells and beat the drum
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