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THE
COBLER'S SONG
IN THE
KING'S CELLAR.
COME let us drink the other pot,
our sorrows to confound;
We'll laugh and sing before the King
so let his health go round.
For I'm as bold as bold can be,
no cobler'e'er was ruder;
Then here good fellow here's to thee,
rememb'ring Harry Tudor.
When I'm at work within my stall,
upon him I will think;
His kindness I to mind will call,
whene'er I eat or drink.
