| Now there once was a young man, and he came to the big city
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| Seeking a lucrative position commensurate with his talents
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| And he walked the streets all day and he couldn’t find a job
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| Till at last he secured employment working in a stone quarry with all the other
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| college graduates
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| And one evening after work, they lured him into a saloon
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| And they urged him to drink a glass of beer
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| But he said he wouldn’t do it for he’d made a promise to his mother
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| That he’d never touch a glass containing an alcoholic beverage
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| Well, they laughed and they jeered, they called him a coward
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| Till at last he raised and drained the fatal glass
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| And when he’d seen what he had done, he dashed the glass against the bar
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| And rushed from the saloon with a terrible case of delirium tremens
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| And the first one that he saw was a Salvation Army lady
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| And with one kick he broke her tambourine
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| While all she said was «Heaven bless you», and placed a mark upon his brow
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| With a kick she had learned before she was saved
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| So the moral of this story is to shun the fatal glass
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| And don’t go around kicking other people’s tambourines |