| Come my lads, let us be jolly
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| Drive away dull melancholy,
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| For to grieve it is a folly
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| When we’re met together.
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| Solomon in all his glory
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| Told each wife a different story,
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| In our cups we’ll sing him glory
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| When we’re met together.
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| Let union be in all our hearts,
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| Let all our hearts be joined as one.
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| We’ll end the day as we began,
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| We’ll end it all in pleasure.
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| Eating and drinking they’re so charming,
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| Smoking and piping there’s no harm in.
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| All these things we’ll take delight in
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| When we’re met together.
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| Cease your quarreling and fighting,
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| Evil-speaking and backbiting.
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| All these things take no delight in
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| When we’re met together.
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| Let union be in all our hearts,
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| Let all our hearts be joined as one.
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| We’ll end the day as we began,
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| We’ll end it all in pleasure.
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| Grab the bottle as it passes,
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| Do not fail to fill your glasses.
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| Water drinkers are dull asses
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| When we’re met together.
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| Let union be in all our hearts,
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| Let all our hearts be joined as one.
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| We’ll end the day as we began,
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| We’ll end it all
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| We’ll end the day as we began,
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| We’ll end it all in pleasure. |