Now old jolly Jack was a hardworkin' chap,
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And he longed for the chance to be free,
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Stuck a pin in the map as it laid on his lap,
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And he stuck it in gay Paree.
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It were quite by chance that he heard of France,
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'Cos he'd never been away before,
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He was straight off the boat, with his ten-bob note,
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When his heart fell through the floor.
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Chorus: Oh, I'll never get a scrumpy here
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No, I'll never get a nice mild beer
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Give me England every time, my dear
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'Cos you never get surprises livin' in Devizes
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However hard I bloomin' try
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Seems I'll never get a hot meat pie
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In old Somerset's where I'll die
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When I die.....
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So he made his way, in complete dismay,
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Where the folks all goes at night,
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And standing there was a girl so fair,
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Her eyes were shinin' bright
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Put 'is hand in his pocket, and it felt like a rocket,
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Glowin' in his hand like a flame
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So he winked his eye, and she give a cry,
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"Have you chicken?" "No, I'm game!"
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Repeat Chorus (twice)
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I'll Never Get A Scrumpy Here
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| The Wurzels |
