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Drinking Song
If I were what I never can be,
The master or the squire : If you gave me the hundred from here to the sea,
Which is more than I desire : Then all my crops should be barley and hops,
And did my harvest fail I'd sell every rood of mine acres I would
For a belly-full of good ale.
With my here it goes, there it goes,
All the fun's before us: The Tipple's aboard and the night is young, The door's ajar and the Barrel is sprung, I am singing the best song ever was sung
And it has a rousing chorus.
Bx Hilaire Belloc
On Sussex hills where I was bred, When lanes in autumn rains are red. Where Arun tumbles in his bed, And busy great gusts go by ; When branch is bare in Burton Glen And Bury Hill is a whitening, then
1 From " The Four Men." 179
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