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Saint Botolph flourished in the olden time	A
In the days when the saints were in their prime	A
Oh his feet were bare and bruised and cold	B
But his heart was warm and as pure as gold	B
And the kind old saint with his gown and his hood	C
Was loved by the sinners and loved by the good	C
For he made the sinners as pure as the snow	D
And the good men needed him to keep them so	D
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CHORUS	E
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Then drink brave gentlemen drink with me	F
To the Lincolnshire saint by the old North Sea	F
A glass and a toast and a song and a rhyme	A
To the barefooted saint of the olden time	A
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He loved a friend and a flagon of wine	G
When the friend was true and the bottle was fine	G
He would raise his glass with a knowing wink	H
And this was the toast he would always drink	H
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Oh here's to the good and the bad men too	I
For without them saints would have nothing to do	I
Oh I love them both and I love them well	J
But which I love better I never can tell	J
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CHORUS	E
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Then drink brave gentlemen drink with me	F
To the Lincolnshire saint by the old North Sea	F
A glass and a toast and a song and a rhyme	A
To the barefooted saint of the olden time	A
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As he journeyed along on the king's highway	K
He gave all the boys and the girls Good day	K
And never a child saw the hood and gown	L
But ran to the father of Botolph's Town	L
He'd a word for the wicked and he called them kin	M
And he said I am certain that there must be sin	M
While a few get the loaves and many get the crumbs	N
And some are born fingers and some born thumbs	N
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CHORUS	E
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Then drink brave gentlemen drink with me	F
To the Lincolnshire saint by the old North Sea	F
A glass and a toast and a song and a rhyme	A
To the barefooted saint of the olden time	A
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But the saint grew old and sorry the day	K
When his life went out with the tide in the bay	K
But he left a name and he left a creed	O
Of the cheerful life and the kindly deed	O
Then remember the man of the days of old	B
Whose heart was warm and as pure as gold	B
And remember the tears and the prayers he gave	P
For any poor devil with a soul to save	P
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CHORUS	E
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Then drink brave gentlemen drink with me	F
To the Lincolnshire saint by the old North Sea	F
A glass and a toast and a song and a rhyme	A
To the barefooted saint of the olden time	A

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