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But since we're met let's both agree, For you're the enemy of my purse, And makes my coat look much the worse.


 * Hem' bo, yon are my darling;
 * He'm bo, oh, oh, O.
 * You're my dear both night and morning.


 * The brewster brew'd you in his pan,

Hie tapster drew you in his can, But as for me I'll act my part, I'll hug you close into my heart.


 * If all my friends since Adam's days,

Were now assembled in one place, I'd quit them all without a tear, Before I'd part with you my dear.


 * I'll tell the truth and that's the best,

I wish I ne'er had left the breast, If my mother had given me such suck, As I have here in this brown mug.