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I'll eat when I'm hungry,
I'll drink when I'm dry; If the hard times don't kill me,
I'll lay down and die.
Chorus:
Rye whisky, rye whisky,
Rye whisky, I cry, If you don't give me rye whisky,
I surely will die.
I'll tune up my fiddle,
And I'll rosin my bow, I'll make myself welcome,
Wherever I go.
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