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Down in Wapping Town

I'll drink the Loo, swore the giant to you,
and he did, he had to: for rivers his liver
was sumped. And you, you swore a bum of rum
in your boots. You giant hoot, the giant hoots.

I'll drink the Sea, swore the giant to me,
and he did, all at one: it's lid-
less, the Sea. And I, I swore a pin of gin
at the docks. The giant and I, both on the rocks.