Ellen Jean
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Ellen Jean, took sight unseen |
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A husband from the Isle of Skye |
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His mind was keen and eyes were green |
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But the whiskey he drank was rye |
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Ellen Jean was a precocious teen |
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She drank her wine and loved her beer |
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Her man from Skye was tall and lean |
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But loved his whiskey; it was clear |
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Ellen Jean loved her ale crisp and clean |
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Her man from Skye had no love for beer |
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But they drank the cupboards clean |
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They never ever looked back in fear |
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Then one day from a long nights dream |
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Ellen Jean mixed the beer and rye |
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She added an ounce of whipping cream |
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She said, “This you got to try”. |
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©Terry Sutherland 9/24/09 |
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