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Monday, 4 March 2019

Nix My Dolly, Pals Fakeaway.

In a box of the stone jug I was born, of a hempen widow the kid forlorn, Fake away. 
And my noble father, as I've heard say, was a famous merchant of capers gay, 
Nix my dolly, pals, fake away,  Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

My knuckles in quad did my school men play, and put me up to the time of day, Fake away. 
No dummy hunter had forks so fly, no knuckles deftly could fake a Eloy
Nix my dolly, pals, fake away. Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

But my nuttiest lady one fine day, to the beaks did her gentleman betray, Fake away. 
And so I was bowled out at last and into the jug for a lag was cast, Nix my dolly, pals, fake away, 
Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. But I slipped my derbies one fine day, And gave to the dubs man a holiday. Fake away. And here I am, pals, merry and free, A regular rollicking Romany, Nix my dolly, pals, fake away, 
Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

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