Come fill up your glasses all fill them yet higher
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And born to be free let us scorn to be knaves | To Wenman and Dashwood such hearts will be true | And the old interest flourish though christmas be new
Come ye old English huntsmen that love noble sport
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Stick at nothing that's base you'll be of the committee | Then to horse loyal hearts lest the round-heads deceive ye | For they have the dogs and are riding tantivy