Oh well, here's the third verse anwyway. Enjoy! I met an old college chum, he calls me his "strife" He said, George you're leading a terrible life, Society life cannot always suit you, This collar you wear you may someday slip through. Why don't you give up this life that's so fast, This lemon and dashers and women won't last I said, it's no use now I don't care a jot, I've got ninepence left and I'll finish the lot. Ploaying the game in the west, that's what I love to be doing, Quaffing the sparkling wine, I'm on my road to ruin, Been out since seven o'clock, flashing and dashing about, And it wouldn't take me long to stop out all night, 'cause it's my night out LFF
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