"Dar's anoder lot ob fellers and cunning dogs dey are,
Dey get an empty barrel and den set up a bar,
Git some vinegar and 'lasses—fer whiskey am too dear—
And mix it wid potato skins and den dey call it beer.
Chorus:
"No matter what you're doin', one thing am very sartin,
Dat ebery one is ready from dis prison to be startin';
De very sad reflection makes eberybody grieve,
For not a single debbil knows when he's gwine to leave.
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