| When I was young and handy in my prime
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| In taverns I would sit and bide my time
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| It’s there I met your company
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| I’d sit and drink my fill
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| It’s there that you took hold of me
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| I think you’ve got me still
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| You’re the foxy devil when you like
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| You set my mind at ease and then you strike
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| You set me head a-reeling
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| You make me shout and sing
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| My memory flees, I get no ease
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| Till I have a little drink
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| You’re the crafty rogue and that’s for sure
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| For your company there is no cure
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| I’ve squandered all my money
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| And the best days of my life
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| All on your charms, in spite of harm
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| In spite of peace and strife
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| Whiskey in the morning or at night
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| Gives strength to sing and dance, to love and fight
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| And so despite misfortune
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| I’ll take you as you are
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| The best of friends and enemies
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| The best I’ve known by far |