COME swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel That I do much adore;
And therefore keep me dancing Though drunkards lie and snore.
O mind your feet, O mind your feet,
Keep dancing like a wave,
And under every dancer A dead man in his grave.
No ups and downs, my pretty,
A mermaid, not a punk;
A drunkard is a dead man,
And all dead men are drunk.
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