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The black jack,
The merry black jack,
As it is tost on high-a
Grows,
Flows,
Till at last they fall to blows,
And make their noddles cry-a.

The brown bowl,
The merry brown bowl,
As it goes round about-a
Fill,
Still,
Let the world say what it will
And drink your drink all out-a.

The deep can,
The merry deep can,
As thou dost freely quaff-a.
Sing,
Fling,
Be as merry as a king
And sound a lusty laugh-a.
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