Give me 100 jugs of the best rice wine,
and I will make this serpent mine.
Let him smell it and taste me,
believe me, given the chance, I will not waste it.
Die, drunken serpent, die!
You ate seven maidens,
you shall not eat the last one,
for she is mine, mine, mine, mine!
I'll rip you to shreds with my precious sword,
put the boots to your scaly flesh,
for to this beautiful maiden's parents
have I given my word.
Die, drunken monster, die, die!
I've save the last maiden for myself.
You'll eat no more, and go to your death.
For she is mine, mine, mine!
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