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A Tankard of Ale
Oh some are for the lily, and some are for the rose, But I am for the sugar-cane that in Jamaica grows ; For it's that makes the bonny drink to warm my copper nose, Says the old. bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are fond of fiddles and a song well sung And some are all for music for to lilt upon the tongue ; But mouths were made for tankards, and for sucking at the bung, Says the old, bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are fond of dancing, and some are fond of dice, And some are all for red lips, and pretty lasses' eyes; But a right Jamaica puncheon is a finer prize To the old, bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some that's good and godly ones they hold that it's a
sin To troll the jolly bowl around, and let the dollars spin ; But I'm for toleration and for drinking at an inn, Says the old, bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are sad and wretched folk that go in silken suits And there's a mort of wicked rogues that live in good
reputes; So I'm for drinking honestly, and dying in my boots, Like an old, bold mate of Henry Morgan.
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