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Then I'll cuddle my girl and I'll quaff my ale
As we sit on the leafy floor;
And when the book and the beer jug fail,
I'll cuddle my girl some more.
For jugs give out and books get slow,
But you take my tip for square—
Though the bough and the book and the beer jug go,
The girl, she's always there.
I'm sick of the sound of my fellows' voice;
I'm sick of their schemes and shams;
Of trying to choose when there ain't no choice,
And of damning several damns;
So, give me a girl that ain't too slow.
You can keep your book of rhyme
And your bough and bread and your beer. Wot O!
And I'll cuddle her all the time.