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At the pub around the corner
There's a sign, a merry sign
It tells of laughter, love and porter
Barrels filled with good old wine
In the pub around the corner
There's a crowd, a merry crowd
Singing songs of joy and sorrow
Sometimes mourning, sometimes proud
On the pub around the corner
There's a chimney, a merry guy
Breathing air, exhaling smoke rings
Sending fume up in the sky
To the pub around the corner
Walks a man, a merry man
This is me, I long to be there
I will go there if I can
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