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Old Tunes

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When friends are listening round me, Jack, to hear my dying breath,     And I am lying in a sleep they say will end in death,     Dont notice what the doctor says, and let the nurse complain,     Ill tell you how to rouse me if Ill ever wake again.     Just you bring in your fiddle, Jack, and set your heart in tune,     And strike up Annie Laurie, or The Rising of the Moon;     And if you see no token of a rising in my throat,     Youll need to brace your mouth, old manIm booked by Charons boat.     And if you are not satisfied that I am off the scene,     Strike up The Marseillaise, or else The Wearing of the Green;     And should my fingers tremble not, then I have crossed the line,     But keep your fingers steady, Jack, and strike up Auld Lang Syne.

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