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The Song Book
VI
WE BE SOLDIERS THREE |
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Here, good fellow, 1 drink to thee, Pardona moy, je vous an pree; To all good fellows, wherever they be, With never a penny of money.
And he that will not pledge me thus, Pardona moy, je vous an pree ; Pays fo: the shot, whatever it is, With never a penny of money.
Charge it again, boy, charge it again, Pardona moy, je vous an pree ; As long as there is any ink in thy pen, With never a penny of money.
Deuteromelia. 1609. |
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