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letra de the rambling comber - socks in the frying pan

[instrumental intro]

[verse 1]
you combers all, both great and small
come listen to my ditty
for it is ye and only ye
regard my form with pity
for i can write, read, dance and fight
indeed it’s all my honour
but it’s oh my dear, yes i love strong beer
i am a rambling comber

[verse 2]
now it’s on the tramp, i’m forced to stamp
my shoes are all a-tatter
my hose unbound, they feel the ground
i seldom wears a garter
i have a coat scarce worth one groat
i sadly want for another
but it’s oh my dear, yes i love strong beer
i am a rambling comber

[verse 3]
now i have no watch but i have a patch
on both sides of my britches
my hat is torn, my wig’s all worn
my health is all my riches
and would i have some giggling lass
my coat all for to border
with straps and bows, oh i would hold thosе
i would hold them all in order
with straps and bows, yes i would hold thosе
i would hold them all in order
[verse 4]
now a tailor’s bill i’ll seldom fill
i rarely do take measure
i make no debt which doth me let
in the taking of my pleasure
nor ever will till i grow old
when i must face it over
until old age will me engage
for being a rambling comber

[verse 5]
so a pitcher boy i will employ
when i have cash or credit
i’ll rant and roar, i’ll call for the score
i’ll pay them when i have it
and this is always on my mind
let me be drunk or sober
a bowl of punch my thirst to quench
a quart of old october

- socks in the frying pan

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