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Listen folks and I will tell a funny story
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You may think it sad but I was in my glory
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Twas a cellar I crept in cobwebs brushing by my chin
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On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan’s gin
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As my hand fell on the jug I had to snicker
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But when I started for the door I went much quicker
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For just up above my head someone jumped right out of bed
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On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan’s gin
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As I left that cellar believe me I was lifting
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And the hops from one arm to the other shifting
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Then I stopped and hauled the plug sat there till I drained the jug
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Had my mind all set no spare drops I was missing
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Then on my feet I thought I was but wasn’t
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And for roads I guess I saw about a dozen
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When I reached the old porch door I went smack-o on the floor
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On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan’s gin
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C
I just made one step and landed in the coal box
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Then from off the mantle came a Big Ben alarm clock
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But I finally got upstairs after passing seven bears
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Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan’s gin
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By my bedroom door an owl stood taking tickets
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Then the monkey stood before me baking biscuits
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But the funniest sight of all was two roosters playing ball
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On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan’s gin
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I saw mice as big as horses washing dishes
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As an ape came in the door dressed up in britches
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Then the floor fell on my head as I tried to get in bed
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Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan’s gin
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Well I woke next morning guess twas closer evening
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And my room was certainly in an awful shape
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Someone else had took my head and left an elephant’s there instead
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On the morning after drinking Sammy’s gin
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