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Where they sit around |
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And get a round in while the getting's good |
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They'll make the most until the money's gone |
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They're coming out to celebrate |
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To sing and dance and to escape |
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A crazy world where everything seems wrong |
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Drinking to forget and to remember all the glory days |
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The days we stood apart and we stood strong |
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Though the beer befuddles sense |
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It can't provide them recompense |
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They settle for another drinking song |
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Where the busy man finds recreation |
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The idle man finds business |
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The melancholy man finds sanctuary |
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The stranger may have welcome |
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And still within these self-same walls |
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The citizen may find some courtesy |
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From rose and crown to cock and bull |
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All history is written there |
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To folklore, myth and legend we belong |
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Come ,masons, plumbers, carpenters |
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Come cricketers and huntsmen |
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All join us in another drinking song |
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Well you can keep your long-hours culture |
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Your lusting for adventure |
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There's life aplenty down "The Tap 'n' Spile" |
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Forget your occupation down "The Salutation" |
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This tragicomedy will make you smile |
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From quaint barstool philosophy to subtle innuendo |
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It's funny how the tribes all get along |
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Curse abstinence and temperance |
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Come celebrate insouciance |
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And join us in another drinking song |
