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i Oh, pass around your bottle, we'll all take a drink, Oh, I'm bound for another spring. Oh, them don't like me can let me alone, For my darling's gone back on me.
2 Well, my old clothes are dirty and torn, My shoes are full of holes,
Oh, my old hat is hanging all around, And it's almost touching my nose.
3 Oh, pass around your bottle and we'll all take a drink, It's been all around this room;
Oh, pass it to the boys that fears no noise, Although we're far from home.
4 I remember what my old mamma said, She gave me good advice;
She told me to quit my rambling ways, And marry me a loving little wife.
5 You can shoot, you can cut, you can rip, you can tear, You can do whatever you will;
For I ramble around from town to town, And I drink corn whisky still.
6 When I were young and a-running around, I had a little money to spend,
I spent it for drink, but I never did think That my fun would ever end.
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