For the sake of Auld Langsyne.
There’s a coat, my boys, that saw the days
Of poor Queen Caroline,
Of the fit and cloth, that George the Fourth,
In as Regent used to shine.
That is it was a fit, my boys,
But I don’t too often dine,
So it’s rather loose, and worse for use,
Still I don it, for Auld Langsyne.
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