Heaven bless you, my friend - You, the man who won't sweat; Here's a quarter to spend. If you did but mend, My job you would get; - Heaven bless you, my friend. - On you I depend For my work, don't forget; - Here's a quarter to spend. My hand I extend, For I love you, you bet: - Here's a quarter to spend. Ah! you comprehend That I owe a debt; Heaven bless you, my friend, Here's a quarter to spend.
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