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I've had my doubts, but my fates decided

The jury's out, their minds divided

I spend all my time debating, on the woes of my dear brothers

Without a thought to spare for their poor heartbroken mothers

For these reasons, I must decline

What's gone has passed, what's yours is mine

For five good years all I've done is drink, any money that I've seen

But I'm a little older now, more merry than I've been

There's a note there on the table

I'll write it if am able

But if I don't, and I probably won't, I'll be where you can find me.

Slàinte