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There once was a salty old tar,
Whose lady was trapped in a tower, Her rescue seems nigh, He's tried five times now, He's failed, but he'll never tire. |
Notes:
- If you can't do the accent yourself, then you will have to befriend someone from Belfast and get them to read it out for you. I should get round to writing another one soon. I've noticed that mayor and mirror sound amusingly similar in this mode of speech. Am I being patronising to the good folk of Northern Ireland? Yes.
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