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Come, all you Jolly Watermen
Here, good fellow, I drinke to thee, (Pardona moy ie vous an free)
To all good fellows where ever they be, With never a penny of money.
And he will not pledge me this, (Pardona moy ie vous an free)
Payes for the shot whatever it is, With never a penny of money.
Charge it againe, boy, charge it againe, (Pardona moy ie vous an free)
As long as there is any incke in my pen, With never a penny of money. |
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COME, ALL YOU JOLLY WATERMEN1
Come, all you jolly watermen,
That on the Thames do ply, Haul up your boats and wet your throats,
For rowing makes us dry.
The noble prince we've landed
Has tipped us store of gold, Ne'er spare of wealth to drink his health
So long as our tizzies hold.
1 From a broadsheet in the British Museum. The music may be found in the minstrelsy of England. It celebrates the marriage of the Princess Mary with WilHam of Orange in 1734.
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