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Some poor misguided people think Petworth's the spot that's nearest Heaven :
In Arundel the ale pots clink— The pubs keep open till eleven.
L'Envoi Duke, at the dreadful Judgment Day
Your soul will surely be well shriven, For then all angel trumps shall bray,
He kept pubs open till eleven !
I'VE BIN TO PLYMOUTH1
I've bin to Plymouth, and I've bin to Doover,
I've bin ramblin, boys, all de wurld oover,
Over, and over, and over, and oover,
Drink up your liquor and turn yur cup over.
Over and over, and over, and oover.
De liquor's drink't up, and de cup is turned oover.
When Venus, the goddess of beauty and love, Arose from the froth that swam on the sea,
Minerva sprang out of the cranium of Jove, A coy, sullen dame, as most authors agree :
1 From F. E. Sawyer's Lecture on Sussex Songs and Music, 1885. 2 Chappell's Collection.