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No. 1a - Solo - Landlord |
Lyrics by G. H. Jessop
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[Landlord:]
There is the key. Let ev'ry man
Go in and fetch his measure of bran.
With oats at such a price per quarter
Poor men must hunt on bran and water;
Except, of course, his Lordship's nag--
Fetch him his feed from my special bag.