When we are in the shop
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We don't care what the ground is
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But let's get to the game
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To whom we always swear:
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What is going on in the shop?
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Where the cash is the waiter
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This is the work we are complaining about
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If I speak, let it be heard
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Some play, some drink
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Some live indiscriminately
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But they stay in the game
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Some of them are naked
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Some are dressed there
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Some are dressed in sacks
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There no one fears death
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But instead of Bacchus they cast lots
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First, for wine coins
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From this the libertines will drink;
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They will drink once for the captives
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After this they shall drink three times for the living
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Four times for all Christians
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Five times for the faithful deceased
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Six times for the vain sisters
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Seven times for the soldiers of the forest
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Eight times for the wrong brothers
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Nonies for the scattered monks
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Millions for sailors
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Eleven thousand for those who disagree
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Twelve times for penitents
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You will trade for travel agents
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Both for the pope and for the king
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All will drink without law
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The old man drinks, the old man drinks
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The soldier drinks, the clergy drinks
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Ill drinks, she drinks
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The servant drinks with the maid
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He drinks fast, he drinks lazy
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He drinks white, he drinks black
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He drinks constantly, he drinks wildly
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He drinks raw, the magician drinks
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The poor man drinks and is sick
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A bit exiled and unknown
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A child drinks, an old man drinks
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The prince and the dean drink
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The sister drinks, the brother drinks
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The old man drinks, the mother drinks
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She drinks, he drinks
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They will drink a hundred, they will drink a thousand!
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A little six hundred coins
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Durant, when immoderate
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They will all drink to no end
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Although they were drinking in their minds
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Thus all nations gnaw at us
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And so we will be in need
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Let those who bite us be confounded
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And they are not just written! |