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I drink strong ale with gentlemen ; Which nobody can deny, deny, Deny, deny, deny, deny, Which nobody can deny !
In half-November off I go,
To push my face against the snow,
And watch the winds wherever they blow,
Because my heart is high ; Till I settle me down in Steyning to sing Of the women I met in my wandering, And of all that I mean to do in the spring,
Which nobody can deny, deny, Deny, deny, deny, deny, Which nobody can deny !
Though times be rude and weather be rough, And ways be foul and fortune tough, We are of the stout South Country stuff, That never can have good ale enough,
And do this chorus cry ! From Crowboro' Top to Ditchling Down, From Hurstpierpoint to Arundel Town, The girls are plump and the ale is brown :
Which nobody can deny, deny, Deny, deny, deny, deny ! If he does he tells a lie ! |
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