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But a good leather bottel standing by, Will raise his spirits, whenever he's dry. So I hope his soul, etc.
At noon the haymakers sit them down, To drink from their bottels of ale so brown ; In summer, too, when the weather is warm, A good bottel full will do them no harm. Then the lads and the lasses begin to tattle, But what would they do without this bottel So I hope his soul, etc.
There's never a lord, an earl, or knight, But in this bottel doth take delight; For when he's hunting of the deer, He oft doth wish for a bottel of beer. Likewise the man that works in the wood, A bottel of beer will oft do him good. So I hope, etc.
And when the bottel at last grows old, And will good liquor no longer hold, Out of the side you may make a clout, To mend your shoes when they're worn out; Or take and hang it up on a pin, 'Twill serve to put your odd trifles in— So I hope his soul in heaven may dwell That first devised the leather bottel. |
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