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Title
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Old true blue
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Singer
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Bennett, Samuel [Sam]
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
I come of a free and jovial race,
With a name that has never yet known disgrace,
And I'll tell you the reason why;
I'm the chip of the block, of ancient stock,
And I'm loyal, brave and true,
I'm one of the race that can go the pace,
Although I'm seventy two.
Chorus
Then cheer, boys, cheer,
For an old true blue;
I'm one of the race that can go the pace,
Although I am seventy two.
Verse 2
In a red bricked hall with a moss covered wall,
Where my father lived and died,
I live at my ease, do just as I please,
Caring not for the world so wide;
I've the pluck of a lion, and a muscle of iron,
And a heart that is honest and true,
I've a heart that can for others feel,
Although I am seventy two.
Chorus
Then cheer, boys, cheer,
For an old true blue;
I've a heart that can for others feel,
Although I am seventy two.
Verse 3
At Christmas time, when the bells they chime,
I've a welcome as well as a smile,
And hearty good cheer for peasant or peer,
In the jolly old English style;
I'm fond of good sport, yet, nevertheless,
My passions I always subdue,
For he's a fool who loves to excess,
And will never reach seventy two
Chorus
Then cheer, boys, cheer,
For an old true blue;
For he's a fool who loves to excess,
And will never reach seventy two
