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And 'tis for to make you all hearty,
I'll send for a cask of good rum.
I'll send for a cask of good rum;
And three or four barrels of beer,
And 'tis all for to welcome the lasses
That meet me at Port-Glasgow fair.
I'll send for a cask of good rum.
I'll send for a cask of good rum;
And three or four barrels of beer,
And 'tis all for to welcome the lasses
That meet me at Port-Glasgow fair.
And when I am dead and buried,
O there is an end of my life,
Never you be a-sobbing and crying,
But do a good turn for my wife.
Never you lie a-sobbing and crying,
There is one single favour I crave,
Lap me up in my tarpolin jacket,
And fiddle and dance to my grave.
O there is an end of my life,
Never you be a-sobbing and crying,
But do a good turn for my wife.
Never you lie a-sobbing and crying,
There is one single favour I crave,
Lap me up in my tarpolin jacket,
And fiddle and dance to my grave.
I will have four young sailors to carry me,
Pray let then be tolerably drunk;
Along by the way as they ramble,
Let them fall by the way with my trunk.
Let them al be laughing and jeering,
Like men who are ail going mad,
Let them drink a glass over my coffin,
Crying, there lies a true-hearted lad.
Pray let then be tolerably drunk;
Along by the way as they ramble,
Let them fall by the way with my trunk.
Let them al be laughing and jeering,
Like men who are ail going mad,
Let them drink a glass over my coffin,
Crying, there lies a true-hearted lad.
