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The Last Will And Testament Of Jake Thackray (杰克萨克的遗愿) - Jake Thackray

I the under mentioned by this document

Do declare my true intentions my last

Will my testament

When I turn up my toes when I rattle

My clack when I agonise

I want no great wet weepings no tearing

Of hair no wringing of hands

No sighs no lack a days no woe is me's

And none of your sad adieus

Go go go and get the priest and

Then go get the booze boys

Death where is thy victory grave

Where is thy sting

When I snuff it bury me quickly

Then let carousels begin

But not a do with a few ham sandwiches

A sausage roll or two and

A small port wine please

Roll the carpet right back get cracking

With your old gay gordons

And your knees up shake it up live it up

Sup it up hell of a kind of a time

And if the coppers come around well

Tell them the party's mine boys

Let best beef be eaten fill every empty glass

Let no breast be beaten let no tooth be gnashed

Don't bother with a fancy tombstone or a big deal

Angel or a little copper flower pot

Grow a dog rose in my eyes or a p**sy willow

But no forget me nots

No epitaphs no keepsakes you can

Let my memory slip

You can say a prayer or two for me soul

Then but make it quick boys

Lady if your bosom is heaving don't waste

Your bosom on me

Let it heave for a man who's breathing

A man who can feel a man who can see

And to my cronies you can read my books

You can drive around in my motor car

And you can fish your trout

With my fly and tackle

You can play on my guitar

And sing my songs wear my shirts

You can even settle my debts

You can kiss my little missus if

She's willing then but no regrets boys

Your rosebuds are numbered

Gather them now for rosebuds' sake

And if your hands aren't too encumbered

Gather a bud or two for Jake