Verse
C#
There's many that feign enjoyment, from merciless employment,
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Their ambition was this deployment, from the minute they left the school.
C#
And they save and scrape and ponder, while the rest go out and squander,
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See the world and rove and wander, and are happier as a rule.
VERSE 2
C#
I've roamed through all the nations, in delight of all creations,
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And enjoyed a wee sensation, where the company, it was kind.
C#
And when partin' was no pleasure, I've drunk another measure
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To the good friends that we treasure, for they always are in our mind.
VERSE 3
C#
If you're bent with arthiritis, your bowels have got Colitis,
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You've got gallopin' bollockitis, and you're thinkin' it's time you died,
C#
If you been a man o' action, though you're lying there in traction,
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You will get some satisfaction, thinkin', "Jesus, at least I tried."