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Well we're good old boys, [bad word] from the Northern Shore 
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen 
And this night by God! We drank ‘til there was no more 
From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between.

But Iit all began one afternoon on the shores of Ambleside 
We were sittin' there quite peacefully with the rising of the tide 
When an idea it came to mind for to usher in the fall 
So we all agreed next Friday night we'd go out on the crawl
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We planned to have a [bad word] old time, the cash we did not spare 
So Wwe left all the cars at home and paid the taxi fare 
I got out to Horseshoe Bay a little after five 
From a table in the corner I heard familiar voices rise
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Spirits they ran high that night old stories we did share 
Of the days when we were younger men and never had a care 
The beer flowed like a river and we drank the keg near dry 
So we drained down all our glasses and were thirsty bye and bye
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Park Royal Hotel, [bad word] Gull, Square-Rigger and Queens Cross 
We'd started out with eight good boys but half had gotten lost 
For you'll never keep the lads together when their eyes began to rove 
So there was just the three of us that made it to Deep Cove
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We arrived out at The Raven just in time for the last call 
The final destination of this the first annual crawl 
We dug deep into our pockets there was no money to be found 
Nine miles home and for walking we are bound
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