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Слушать(AI)The Glass Of Beer
The lanky hank of a she in the inn over
Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer:
May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the
And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year.
That parboiled imp, with the hardest jaw you will ever
On virtue's path, and a voice that would rasp the dead,
Came roaring and raging the minute she looked at me,
And threw me out of the house on the back of my head.
If I asked her master he'd give me a cask a day;
But she with the beer at hand, not a gill would arrange!
May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten and
The High King of Glory permit her to get the mange.
James Stephens
James Stephens (9 February 1880[1] – 26 December 1950) was an Irish novelist and poet.
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