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Of all the fair birds that e'er I did
see The owl is the fairest in her degree, For all the day long she sits in a tree And when night comes, away flys she. To-wit, To-woo, to whom drinks now, My song is well sung, I'll make thee a vow And knave is he who drinketh now... Nose.. Nose... Nose... Nose... And what gave ye that jolly red nose? Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg and cloves And that gave me this jolly red nose. Traditional 17th Century drinking song. |