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And years rolled swiftly by;

And Autumn's falling leaves proclaimed

This good old man must die!

He laid him down right tranquilly,

Gave up life's latest sigh;

And mournful stillness reigned around,

And tears bedewed each eye,

For this fine old English gentleman

All of the olden time.

Now surely this is better far

Than all the new parade

Of theatres and fancy balls,

"At home" and masquerade:

And much more economical,

For all his bills were paid.

Then leave your new vagaries quite,

And take up the old trade

Of a fine old English gentleman,

All of the olden time.

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Bring us in good ale, and bring us in good ale;

For y sour blessed Ladake bring us in good ale!

Bring us in no browne bred, for that is made of brane,[57]

Nor bring us in no white bred, for therein is no gane,

But bring us in good ale!

Bring us in no befe, for there is many bones,

But bring us in good ale, for that goth downe at ones,

And bring us in good ale!

Bring us in no bacon, for that is passing fat,