Come Landlord fill the flowing bowl,
Until it doth run over.
Come Landlord fill the flowing bowl,
Until it doth run over.

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For tonight we’ll merry, merry be,
For tonight we’ll merry, merry be,
For tonight we’ll merry, merry be,
Tomorrow, we’ll be sober.

The man who drinketh small beer,
And goes to bed quite sober,
Fades as the leaves do fade
That drop off in October.

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The man who drinketh strong beer
And goes to bed quite mellow,
Lives as he ought to live
And dies a jolly good fellow.

Chorus

But he who drinks just what he likes
And getteth half-seas over,
Will live until he dies perhaps
And then lie down in clover.

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The man who kisses a pretty girl,
And goes to tell his mother,
Ought to have his lips cut off,
And never kiss another.

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