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Good Neighbors |
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Good Neighbors |
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Many a man hath gold to guard
And house to keep him warm, And ale to drink and bread to eat And strong and ready arm; But many a man when time is come To rest him from his labors Hath not so rich a store as I Who boast me of good neighbors. There's many a lad would scale the hills And sail the fickle ocean, And touching keels at every quay Live ever in commotion. But what a man may buy with sweat Or carve with hearty saber He may not own so sure as I Who have a jovial neighbor. Oh, some would cram a granary With oats and corn and barley, And some would dance a round or two With every fiddling Charlie. I like the time when malt is ripe And Jenny brings the tabors, But mostly I like every day Because I have good neighbors. |
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