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And when our credit is all lost, Then may we goe and kisse the post, And eat browne bread in steed of rost, And ever tosse the pot.
Chorus. Tosse the pot, etc.
Let us conclude as we began, And tosse the pot from man to man, And drinke as much now as we can, And ever tosse the pot.
Chorus, Tosse the pot, tosse the pot, let us be merry, And drinke till our cheeks be as red as a cherry.
ALL YOU THAT ARE GOOD FELLOWS 1
All you that are good fellows,
Come hearken to my song ; I know you do not hate good cheer,
Nor liquor that is strong. I hope there is none here,
But soon will take my part, Seeing my master and my dame
Say welcome with their heart.
This is a time of joyfulness,
And merry time of year, When as the rich with plenty stored,
Do make the poor good cheer.
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