This is absolutely priceless.
Jibbenainosay, which counts for the bigger dis in Your Old Kentucky Home -- being called a fag, or being called a Moonie?
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Farewell, my friends, I'm bound for Canaan
I'm trav'ling through the wilderness;
Your company has been delightful
You, who doth leave my mind distressed.
I go away, behind to leave you
Perhaps never to meet again
But if we never have the pleasure
I hope we'll meet on Canaan's land.
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