| When life you’re tastin', and money wastin'
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| And troubles hastin' for to spoil the day
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| Enjoy your leisure and take your pleasure
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| What good’s your treasure when you’re in the clay
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| Landlords and gentry, with gold a’plenty
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| Will still go empty into the ground
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| That’s why we’re thinkin' we best be drinkin'
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| Our glasses clinkin' to another round
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| I got your sorrow and grief tomorrow
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| Don’t trouble borrow and be in the pink
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| Go nice and easy, when things are hazy
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| You’ll not go crazy when you trust in drink
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| Landlords and gentry, with gold a’plenty
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| Will still go empty into the ground
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| That’s why we’re thinkin' we best be drinkin'
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| Our glasses clinkin' to another round
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| And if you’re reelin', for life’s hard dealin’s
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| And if you’re feelin' like a wretched soul
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| The lads and lasses, before life passes
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| Come fill your glasses from the flobbing bowl
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| Landlords and gentry, with gold a’plenty
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| Will still go empty into the ground
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| That’s why we’re thinkin' we best be drinkin'
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| Our glasses clinkin' to another round
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| With this emotion, we’ll sail life’s ocean
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| Without a notion, that we’re at the brink
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| There’s life before us, so join the chorus
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| It’s time to pour us all another drink
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| Landlords and gentry, with gold a’plenty
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| Will still go empty into the ground
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| That’s why we’re thinkin' we best be drinkin'
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| Our glasses clinkin' to another round
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| Landlords and gentry, with gold a’plenty
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| Will still go empty into the ground
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| That’s why we’re thinkin' we best be drinkin'
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| Our glasses clinkin' to another round |