| Where they sit around
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| And get a round in while the getting’s good
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| They’ll make the most until the money’s gone
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| They’re coming out to celebrate
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| To sing and dance and to escape
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| A crazy world where everything seems wrong
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| Drinking to forget and to remember all the glory days
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| The days we stood apart and we stood strong
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| Though the beer befuddles sense
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| It can’t provide them recompense
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| They settle for another drinking song
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| Where the busy man finds recreation
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| The idle man finds business
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| The melancholy man finds sanctuary
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| The stranger may have welcome
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| And still within these self-same walls
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| The citizen may find some courtesy
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| From rose and crown to cock and bull
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| All history is written there
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| To folklore, myth and legend we belong
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| Come, masons, plumbers, carpenters
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| Come cricketers and huntsmen
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| All join us in another drinking song
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| Well you can keep your long-hours culture
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| Your lusting for adventure
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| There’s life aplenty down «The Tap 'n' Spile»
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| Forget your occupation down «The Salutation»
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| This tragicomedy will make you smile
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| From quaint barstool philosophy to subtle innuendo
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| It’s funny how the tribes all get along
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| Curse abstinence and temperance
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| Come celebrate insouciance
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| And join us in another drinking song |