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All Through the Ale cho: All through the ale, the confounded ale All through the ale and tobacco With a whack fol the day, fol the diddle, fol the day All through the ale and tobacco. The hat that I have on, it is so greasy gone And as you can tell by its shining It used to fasten up with a button and a loop But now it's all worn out to the lining - The coat that I have on, it is so far run down Without the sleeves and the elbows It's needing a repair like a soldier in despair It's been seven years in the battle- The britches I have on, they are so far run down Me legs are so thin, you can see them Pockets I have two, but it's so long since they was new I never have a penny to put in them- Stockings I have two, but never a shoe Me boots, they are open to all weathers I pull them off and on 'till the undersoles are gone And shockingly destroyed the upper leathers- As for me rags, I don't give a jag I'm not afraid that anyone should rob me And when I am dead, you can put it on me grave I left this old world as it found me. From singing of Caryl P. Weiss RG
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