| Give me a capon
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| And some roguish companion
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| A wench, and a bottle of sack
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| Take me to the ale house
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| Take me to the whore house
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| If I vomit, keep me off of my back
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| My father, he thinks, I am a good-for-nothing
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| And that I won’t amount to much
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| But he’s not aware of my secret weapon
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| I can count on my self in the clutch
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| Show me a breach
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| I’ll once more unto it
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| I’ll be ready for action any day
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| I’ll straighten up, and I’ll fly most righteous
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| In a fracas, I’ll be right in the fray
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| I can drink you under 25 tables
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| Fight and be a ladies man
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| But all this will change
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| When I am good and ready
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| To become the king of this land
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| Give me a capon
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| And some roguish companion
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| A wench, and a bottle of sack
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| Take me to the ale house
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| Take me to the whore house
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| If I vomit, keep me off of my back |