Her cheeks drunk and rosey.
Arm in arm she sings along,
Smiling for the love of life.
It has been a lovely night.
When she sees the lines are blurry
She must be off, and so she goes.
Exchanging kisses with her party,
Before she makes the zig-zag journey home.
The night is cold but her liquor blood is warm.
Soon her heavy boots,
Cause her legs to beg for rest.
And so she sits,
Never to wake,
From the snow.
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