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| On the first day of March it was raining/It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen/I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people there | |
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| And I wish that all this raining would stop falling down on me | |
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| And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink | |
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| And mother wake me early in the morning | |
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| At the time I was working for a landlord/And he was the meanest bastard that you have ever seen/And to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore | |
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| And he was a miserable bollocks and a bitch's bastard's whore | |
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