Come, sweetheart, hon, don't sit so blunt;
Tell me of the drinks that make you look so blue.
What have I done? Answer me, hon;
Have I ever brought a half full glass to you?
My love is true, and just for you;
I'd do almost any thing at any time.
Dear, when you wheel or when you reel,
Something seems to grip this caring heart of me.
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Come to me my al - co - hol - ic ba - by,
Cheer up and don't be blue
All their blames are foolish fancies, maybe
You know dear, that I'm here with you.
Ev'ry bottle must have a sparkly lining;
Wait until the sun shines through.
Why you're gawking, dear? Wake and pass that bottle here
As I am just an al - co - hol - ic too.
Bottles on shelves, revellers' glee,
Could not fail to lull you into peaceful dreams
So tell me why sadly you sigh
Staring at the whiskey and a plate of beans.
Shake ashes off sleeve! try and believe
You should be entertaining when your friend's with you.
Don't be a sod , stop dribble and nod
When you're like that it makes me feel like stifling you.
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