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The Remedy
When my life is all to dust,
And I dare not see tomorrow,
I take the drink
Till' I cannot think
To remedy my sorrow.
And if he were ever to leave,
Though I am want to marry,
I'll take not a chance,
But take its advance,
And my troubles in drink to bury.
And I dare not see tomorrow,
I take the drink
Till' I cannot think
To remedy my sorrow.
And if he were ever to leave,
Though I am want to marry,
I'll take not a chance,
But take its advance,
And my troubles in drink to bury.
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