Money I want and money I crave,
Or else I'll sweep you all into your grave.
Now ladies and gentlemen, you that are able,
Put your hands in your pockets and remember the ladle.
For when I am dead and in my grave
No more of the ladle I shall crave.
Song by the Company.
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On a bleak and a cold frost - y morn - ing, When
win - ter in - cle - ment they were scorn - ing, Thro' the
spark-ling frost and snow, And a - skat-ing we will go! Thro' the
spark-ling frost and snow, And a - skat - ing we will go. Will you
follow ? Will you follow ? To the sound of the merry, merry horn!
On a bleak and a cold frosty morning,
When winter inclement they were scorning,
Through the sparkling frost and snow,
And a skating we will go.
Will you follow? will you follow?
To the sound of the merry, merry horn!
See how the skates they are glancing!
From the right to the left they are dancing,
And no danger shall we feel
With our weapons made of steel.
Will you follow? will you follow?
To the sound of the merry merry horn!
