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                    THE

               COBLER’S SONG

                  IN THE

              KING’S CELLAR.

         To the tune of-—Jenny Gin.

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;

I am bold as bold can be,

 No cobler e’er was ruder;

Then there, good fellow, here's to thee,

 Rememb'ring Harry Tudor.