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13 The Monks of Vine

The monks of vine who crush the wine
And get it on their smocks
It dribbles down their legs
To their intoxicated socks
They roll about in ecstasy
And frolic on the lawn
Until they hear the bells that signal
Matins .... after dawn!

Ian Gillan
Copyright © Ian Gillan 1969

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