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She fill’d him out a bumper, just before he left the town,
And another for herself, so neat and handy, oh!
So they kept their spirits up, by their pouring spirits down,
For love is, like the cholic, cured with brandy, oh!
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“Take a bottle on’t,” said she, “for you’re going into camp;
In your tent, you know, my love, ’twill be the dandy, oh!”
“You’re right,” says he, “my life! for a tent is very damp;
And ’tis better, with my tent, to take some brandy, oh!”