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If knee-deep in cat nip |
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At the old icebox |
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I recommend you whistle |
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And give the box three knocks |
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Should you be so lucky |
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To hear whisperin' |
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It is an invitation |
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For you to leap in |
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May you go marching in three measure time |
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Dressed up as asses, drunk to the nines |
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Swing from the rafters |
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Shouting those songs |
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Gone unsung for far too long |
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If boxing your shadow |
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At the wall full of moss |
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And antlers approach you |
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Then I am at a loss |
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May you go marching in three measure time |
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Dressed up as asses, drunk to the nines |
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Swing from the rafters |
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Shouting those songs |
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Gone unsung for far too long |
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Drink to the dead all you still alive |
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We shall join them in good time |
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Should you go crossin' that silvery brook |
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It's best to leap before you look |
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Drink to the dead all you still alive |
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We shall join them in good time |
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Should you go crossin' that silvery brook |
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It's best to leap before you look |
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If surrounded by toadstools |
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At the old green glen |
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I'm afraid there is little |
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That I can recommend |
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Save all of your courage |
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And sincere prayer |
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And where you go-a treadin' |
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Take the utmost care |
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So let us |
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Drink to the dead all you still alive |
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We shall join them in good time |
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Should you go crossin' that silvery brook |
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It's best to leap before you look |
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Drink to the dead all you still alive |
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We shall join them in good time |
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Should you go crossin' that silvery brook |
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It's best to leap before you look |
