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THE MUG OF PORTER.
I spent some change in quest of thee,
But since we're met let's both agree,
For you're the enemy of my purse,
And makes my coat look much the worse.
Chorus
Sing he'm bo, oh, oh, O,
Hem' bo, yon are my darling;
He'm bo, oh, oh, O.
You're my dear both night and morning.
The brewster brew'd you in his pan,
Hie tapster drew you in his can,
But as for me I'll act my part,
I'll hug you close into my heart.
If all my friends since Adam's days,
Were now assembled in one place,
I'd quit them all without a tear,
Before I'd part with you my dear.
I'll tell the truth and that's the best,
I wish I ne'er had left the breast,
If my mother had given me such suck,
As I have here in this brown mug.
