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There's Jack and Nancy, Bob and Sue,
Dick with his Molly, Tom and Prue,
This cask, my lad, they'll drink it dry;
To get some more we'd better try.
Go to the vintner; say I'm sure
It was two gallons short or more.
But hurry quick, and come back soon
For they'll be here before it's noon.
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