| Oh ye Mariners as you pass by,
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| Well come into drink if you are dry.
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| Come and spend, my lads, your money brisk,
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| And pop your nose in this one.
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| Drink another jug of this.
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| Oh ye tipplers, have you that crown?
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| For you are welcome all to sit down.
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| Come and spend, my lads, your money brisk,
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| And pop your nose in this one.
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| In another jug of this.
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| Now I’m old and I can scarcely recalll,
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| I’ve an old grey beard and a head that’s bald.
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| Crown my desire and fulfill my bliss,
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| With a pretty young girl
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| And another jug of this.
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| Now I’m in my grave and I am dead,
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| And all these sorrows are passed and fled.
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| Go and turn myself into a fish,
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| And let me swim around you
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| In another jug of this.
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| will the drinkers come tonight? |