Dorchester Man

Once ‘e sat weary
His wife and girl gone
In a tavern, where ‘e feared ‘e
Forever be twenty one

Days lost to frumenty
Laced with rum
Still slurring it furmity
Off his Dorchester tongue

What a sorry creature
Cos e’d knowed what’d done
Loosing it all to that sailor
To that name… NewMan.

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