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Two Irishmen and a Newfie once went out for recreation,
They carried enough provisions along to last a week's vacation;
But they got lost up in the woods, the night was dark and lonely,
And all of their provisions ran out except one piece of baloney.
Now one guy said, you must admit there is no use in carving,
There's not enough provisions left to keep us all from starving;
I suggest we go to bed, and tomorrow, said Maloney,
Whoever has the nicest dream eats the piece of baloney.
Next morning, when they all awoke at quarter after seven,
One guy said, I had a dream. I dreamt I went to heaven;
I met St. Peter at the gate. He was riding on a pony,
Now I bet that you can't beat that dream so give me the piece of
baloney.
Now the next guy said, I had a dream and it was a double feature,
I also died and went to heaven and was welcomed by St. Peter;
He come up to me and put out his hand saying, Put 'er there,
Maloney,
Now I know that you can't beat that dream so give me the piece of
baloney.
Now the Newfie said, I know it's true, the two of you were
dreaming,
The reason that I know it's true, I was dreaming of you all evening;
I saw you two go up above and, gee, but I was lonely,
I thought that you would never get back, so I got up and ate the
baloney.
Now this may be a lesson to you if you go out for recreation,
Make sure you carry along enough grub to last for the duration;
The story that I told to you, I hope you don't think it's funny,
'Cause there's always a smart Newf around,
And there's always a piece of baloney.
