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I shared a ledge with one of those great, great grandfather on the east face of Tryfan, I accused my mate of exercising his bowel in an all to familiar fashion until we realised that we were sharing the ledge with this rather 'high' local.
I thought they had long disappeared, good to see they are still in the locality.
I hope I have got his age right, remember part of a poem;
The horse and mule live 30 years
And nothing known of wines and beers.
The goat and sheep at 20 die
And never taste of Scotch or Rye.
The cow drinks water by the ton
And at 18 is mostly done.
The dog at 15 cashes in
Without the aid of rum and gin.
The cat in milk and water soaks
And then in 12 short years it croaks.
The modest, sober, bone-dry hen
Lays eggs for nogs, then dies at 10.
All animals are strictly 'dry':
They sinless live and swiftly die;
But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men "
Survive for three score years and ten.
And some of them, a very few,
Stay pickled till they're 92.