Job Lots,
Dyed in the wool type
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| The Hill of Skryne |
Tailoring to suit you
Every need, and
The rest.
Hanging,
Was too good for 'em
The suits
Fit for everything
But purpose
And worsted to get
The better
Of you.
Though the sweaters
Were the worst.
The drip, drip, drip
Of revelation
And the rack
Loosening the tongue
The boot in!
Alterations were
A speciality
Flog the lot
Of 'em!
Frank Murphy.
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