Twenty Christmas eves ago, the landlord of The Star Said here's a Christmas box for you, look here a nice cigar I smokes it up till Easter till me dear devoted wife Said why don't you throw the end away? I said, not on your life It's the end of me old cigar, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! I walked up Piccadilly and they think that I'm the Shah It ain't because I'm handsome, or I'm a la-di-dah But I tickled the ladies' fancy with the end of my old cigar I used to be a sailor once a sailing on the sea One day the vessel struck a rock just off the Zuiderzee The captain says we're going down I says you're up the pole And when they come to find me I was bunging up the hole With the end of me old cigar, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! I asked the captain for a light and he said here you are Someone shouted fire, but cabin boy said bah It's only him a-puffin' away at the end of his old cigar
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