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Lyrics of Love and Laughter

Hongry, law a' mussy,
Hongry as a baih,
Seems lak I hyeah dinnah
Callin' evahwhaih ;
Daih's de hon' a blowin'!
Let dat cradle swing,
One mo' sweep, den da'kies,
Beat me to de spring !

AT THE TAVERN.
A LILT and a swing,
And a ditty to sing,
Or the ever night grow old ;
The wine is within,
And I'm sure 't were a sin
For a soldier to choose to be cold, my dear,
For a soldier to choose to be cold.

We're right for a spell,
But the fever is -- well,
No thing to be braved, at least ;

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