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Rh A man a grievous thirst; But of all ills that one must bear That's surely not the worst.

For there’s the café open wide, And there they set me up; And there I smoke my ''caporal Above my cider cup; And play manille a while before I hurry home to sup.

At home the wife is waiting me With smiles and pigeon-pie; And little Zi-Zi claps her hands With laughter loud and high; And if there’s cause to growl, I fail To see the reason why.

And all the evening by the lamp I read some tale of crime, Or play my old accordion With Marie keeping time, Until we hear the hour of ten From out the steeple chime.

Then in the morning bright and soon, No moment do I lose; Within my little cobbler’s shop To gain the silver ''sous (Good luck one has no need of legs To make a pair of shoes).