My love is like a grouchy bear
That someone asked to dance
My love he really does not care
For kisses or romance
Yet what’s left of his hair is fair
And very blue his eyes
And he will be about somewhere
Till all the bars gang dry
Till all the bars gang dry of beer
And all the wine is gone
Yes I will love you still my dear
And bore you with a song
So goodnight, my friend goodnight
And sleep now for a while
And in the morn I’ll look a fright
But you’ll still make me smile
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