| When I was drunk I killed a man
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| What did he do to me?
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| And now his ghost will follow me
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| Through all eternity
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| I’ll never touch another drop
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| It shook me to the core
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| When I was drunk I killed a man
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| And now I’ll drink no more
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| No more
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| No more
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| And now I’ll drink no more
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| O drink was all my pleasure, friends
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| O drink was my delight
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| A glass would help to numb the cold
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| And put the world aright
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| There’s company in a glass or two
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| Or even three or four
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| When I was drunk I killed a man
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| And now I’ll drink no more
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| One Friday night in the Compasses
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| I was eight pints gone at least
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| The anger rose inside of me
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| And then out came the beast
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| A redbeard spilled my drink, I said
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| You’re really not to blame
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| You can’t help being a clumsy sod
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| But I hit him just the same
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| The bugger takes a knife to me
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| He cut me on the wrist
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| I grabbed the knife but then my nose
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| Connected with his fist
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| I hit him with something heavy
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| And he lay still on the floor
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| When I was drunk I killed a man
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| But now I’ll drink no more
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| They buried him down in Clerkenwell
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| In a sorry pauper’s grave
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| The priest he spoke of ashes and dust
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| And pilgrims being saved
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| He said there would be peace at last
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| Upon a distant shore
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| When I was drunk I killed a man
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| But now I’ll drink no more |