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[Come fil's a cup of Sherry]
Come fil's a cup of SherryCome fil's a cup of Sherry, and let us be merry, there shall nought but pure wine, make us love-sick or pine; wee'l hug the cup and kiss it, wee'l sigh when e're we miss it, for 'tis that that makes us jolly, and sing Hy trolly lolly.
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