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 She fill’d him up a bumper just before he left the town,

And another for herself so neat and handy O

So they kept their spirits up by pouring spirits down,

For love is like the cholic cur’d by brandy O

Take a bottle o’t says she, for you’re going into camp.

In your tent you know my love, ‘twill be the dandy O.

You’re right says he my life, for a tent is very damp,

And ‘tis better with my tent to take some brandy O.

By the gaily circling glass,

We can see how minutes pass.

By the hollow cask we’re told

How the waning night grows old.

Soon, too soon, the busy day

Drives us from our sport away,

What have we with day to do?

Sons of are, ’twas made for you!