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Not a creature was stirring, not even a guard In the mansion all the riches were laid in plain sight No one knowing I was coming that night. The nobles asleep, snuggled in their beds As dreams of gold danced in their heads Me with my bow, sword, and nice blackjack I headed to the basement of Lord Simiazack When to me left I heard a clatter I knew just what was the matter I sprang to the shadows in a flash A guard came along, so with my blackjack I gave his head a bash I was surprised that he fell down with such a light blow I picked up his body, and carried him to a closet and said, "When I carry this guy, it makes be so slow. Then I hear chains, and what should appear "It's a haunt", said I "Oh dear!" It attacked me, so very very quick In my arm is gave me a nick I got out a flashbomb and threw it on the ground After it died, to the vault I was abound When I got to the vault, I found the lock very high The nobles thought this an obstacle, but it was a piece of pie I pulled out me bow, with a rope arrow Those are kind of hard to climb, being so narrow I took out me lock picks, and started to work Then heard a French accent say "Berk!" And low and behold, 'twas another taffer Look, he's so clumsy, he's what my friend would call a laugher I finished picking, and threw down a gas mine I watched as he got knocked out, and I climbed back down my line I went in the vault, filling my sack Then who should appear, it's Lady Simiazack "Please don't hurt me, I'll do anything you say!" Said I "Go away!" And as she ran in to the air in front of her I threw a flashbomb When she woke up, in the sunshine, she said, "Boy do I feel dumb!" The vault was bare of riches, and so was the rest That's my story, one of my best's |
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