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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.