| Come fill up your glasses and let us be merry,
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| For to rob and to plunder it is our intent
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| As we roam through the valley
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| Where the lily and the roses
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| And the beauty of Cashmere lay drooping its head.
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| Then away, then away, then away
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| To those caves in yonder mountain where the robbers retreat.
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| We come from yonder mountain, and our pistols are loaded,
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| And we’ll rob and we’ll plunder as is our intent.
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| Hark, hark, in the distance there’s footsteps approaching.
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| Stand, stand and deliver, it is our watch cry.
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| Take your gold and your silver, or your life if resisted.
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| We’ll scorn at your agony and laugh at your threats.
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| So now we’ll return to our wives and our children,
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| Expecting their fathers to come robbing this way.
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| Come fill up your glasses and let us be merry
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| Whilst the moonbeams are shining right over our bed.
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| As we roam through the valley
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| Where the lily and the roses
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| And the beauty of Cashmere lay drooping its head.
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| Then away, then away, then away
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| To those caves in yonder mountain where the robbers retreat. |