
A nervous young man from Gibraltar,
Grew up with a tendence to falter,
It all came to a head,
On the day he would wed,
When he left the lass stood at the altar

A nervous young man from Gibraltar,
Grew up with a tendence to falter,
It all came to a head,
On the day he would wed,
When he left the lass stood at the altar
Thar’s why we call the Bumper the Master!
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You sweet-talkin’ smoothie!
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poor lad, I would not marry at all
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wise words!
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