Old John from his deathbed cried:
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"Think I will wait 'til tomorrow to die
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Sun is shining, birds do sing
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This, sir, is no day to go"
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Up and out the door
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CHORUS:
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I've had a life that's full
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Everyone's been good to me
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So fire up that fiddle, boy
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And give me one last drink
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When the sun comes up
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I will leave without a fight
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But the world is mine tonight
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Took young Molly by the hand
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Spun her 'round and back again
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Clicked his heels, bowed his head
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Never a tear in his eye
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Carried on 'til five
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So raise a glass to the dear departed ones
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Room was full of all his friends
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Never a funeral, this was the end
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Drank to all who lent their hand
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Everyone drank to John
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I've had a life that's full
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Everyone's been good to me
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So fire up that fiddle, boy
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And give me one last drink
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When the sun comes up
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I will leave without a trace
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But the world is mine today
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One Last Drink
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| Enter The Haggis |
