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Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
but join with me, each jovial blade
Come, drink and sing and lend your aid
to help me with the chorus:
Chorus
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garry Owen in glory.
We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
we'll make the mayor and sheriffs run
we are the boys no man dares dun
If he regards a whole skin.
Chorus
Our hearts so stout have got no fame
for soon 'tis known from whence we came
where'er we go they fear the name
Of Garry Owen in glory.
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Oir Canción
No desmayéis hijos de Baco,
Uníos a mí jóvenes gallardos;
Venid y echad todos un trago,
Cantad y prestadme vuestra voz,
Para el momento del estribillo.
Coro
En vez de agua de la fuente bebamos
cerveza,
Travesura que en el acto pagaremos;
Nadie de Garry Owen a la cárcel irá por
deudas
En este momento de gloria.
(1) Este es sudista Ja.Ja
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