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Come swish around, my pretty punk
And keep me dancing still
That I may be a sober man
Although I drink my fill
Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore
And therefore keep me dancing
While drunkards lie and snore
O mind your feet, O mind your feet
Keep dancing like a wave
And under every dancer
A dead man in his grave
No ups and downs, my pretty
A mermaid, not a punk
A drunkard is a dead man
And all dead men are drunk
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