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SONG XL. THE NETHER GREEN LAD.
The Nether-green lad had a spark in his throat,
The ocean he drinks makes the landlady's note;
Begot by old Bacchus, he calls him his dad;
His tenets he follows by day and by night,
In tipping a bumper he's exactly right,
He'll dance, drink, and sing, like a toper true-born,
And scorns to give out until three in the morn,
Then goes reeling home like a Nether-green lad,
Who ne'er forgets tol de rol, tol de rol la.
The ocean he drinks makes the landlady's note;
Begot by old Bacchus, he calls him his dad;
His tenets he follows by day and by night,
In tipping a bumper he's exactly right,
He'll dance, drink, and sing, like a toper true-born,
And scorns to give out until three in the morn,
Then goes reeling home like a Nether-green lad,
Who ne'er forgets tol de rol, tol de rol la.
Sancho, “Bang-beggar,” or else “Cock-tail reel,”
He sings elevated astride of a stile,
Regardless of highwayman or a footpad.
No sooner at home but he tumbles up stairs,
To keep a clear conscience he whistles his prayers,
Then tells them to lay a green sod at his head,
This motto inscribed on his tomb when he's dead,
“Here lie the remains of a Nether-green lad!”
Who ne'er forgot tol de rol, &c.
He sings elevated astride of a stile,
Regardless of highwayman or a footpad.
No sooner at home but he tumbles up stairs,
To keep a clear conscience he whistles his prayers,
Then tells them to lay a green sod at his head,
This motto inscribed on his tomb when he's dead,
“Here lie the remains of a Nether-green lad!”
Who ne'er forgot tol de rol, &c.
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