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The Song Book 345
Sing after me, With merry glee, To the world his praises tell;
Laughing, joking, sporting,
Pretty maidens courting, Over all he bears the bell.
Who is like Sir Harry
In the banquet hall, Chanting "Hey, down, deny,"
Giving joy to all ? Pledge in mead and perry,
Bumpers to our host; " Black Sir Harry" be the toast.
Words (translated from Talhaiarn) by Oliphant. Tune Black Sir Harry.