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Title
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Push the bowl about
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Singer
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Potter, Henry
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Come, push the bowl about my boys,
And never mind the score!
And when this good liquor's gone,
We'll boldly call for more.
Chorus
As to him that will not merry, merry be,
May he never taste the joys!
See! See! The game's in view,
And follow, my brave boys.
Verse 2
The misers are the worst in this world,
They ofttimes count the score;
But give to me contentment,
I'll never ask for more.
Chorus
Verse 3
Here's a health unto our absent lass,
Whoever she may be;
She dwells in habitations,
More brighter than we.
Chorus
