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Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven’t got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home.
I am the captain of my pain
Tis the bit, the bridle,
The trashing cane
The stirrup, the harness
The whipping mane
The pickled eye
The shrinking brain
O brother, buy me one more drink
I’ll explain the nature of my pain
Yes, let me tell you once again
I am the captain of my pain. Continue reading