| See the old man in the bar
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| There’s none the wiser
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| Drinking up the jar
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| Of the grape or of the grain
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| He’s drinking up the jar
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| With conversation
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| He says «living is the loving
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| And loving is the living of life»
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| There’s a friend of a friend of mine
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| As a friend who greets me
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| You know he’s said hello
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| While going to the fair
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| Listen, don’t you know
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| He’d make you sorry
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| But a friendly face is given
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| As helping with the living of life
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| Laugh and the world laughs with you
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| Cry and you cry alone
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| Weep and there’s none will heed you
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| Their trouble’s enough of their own
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| Sing and the hills will answer
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| Sigh and it’s lost in the air
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| Old Mother Earth must borrow some mirth
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| But they don’t want no troubles or no woe
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| The clown is loved by all
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| He’s a masquerader
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| In a circus he can fall
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| And we all see the joke
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| Beneath a mask so gay
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| There’s a hidden sorrow
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| But wait until tomorrow and what he gave he’ll borrow from you
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| The jester in the court
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| Is the Queen’s old favourite
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| But tomorrow she might change
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| And he might lose his head
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| The joker of the pack
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| Can smile with laughter
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| But then a little after she might find someone dafter than your man
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| Laugh and the world laughs with you
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| Cry and you cry alone
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| Weep and there’s none will heed you
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| Their trouble’s enough of their own
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| Sing and the hills will answer
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| Sigh and it’s lost in the air
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| Old Mother Earth must borrow some mirth
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| But they don’t want no troubles or no woe |