The Miller

Late came home a miller laughing…
Missus, damn, there's someone’s boots!

Ah, you drunk and good-for-nothing!
Where the Hell do you see the boots?

Booze has made you slightly dizzy…
Those are buckets!

Take it easy!
Till tonight I’ve never seen
Not awake nor in a dream
In my total forty years
Buckets with the copper spurs!


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