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Aw, I'm sick o' the whole darn human race, / An' I'm sick o' this mundane ball; / I'm sick o' the sight o' me brother's face, / An' his works an' talk an' all; / I'm sick o' he silly sounds I hear, / I'm sick o' the sights I see; / Ole Omar K. he knew good cheer, / An' it's much the same with me.
Gimme a bit o' a bough to sit / Beneath, an' a book of rhyme, / An' a cuddlemsome girl that sings a bit, / But don't sing all the time: / That's all I ask, an' it's only just; / For it's all that I hold dear - / A bough an' a book an' a girl an' a crust; / That, an' a jug o' beer.
Then I'll cuddle me girl an' I'll quaff me ale / As we sit on the leafy floor; / An' when the book an' the beer jug fail, / I'll cuddle me girl some more. / For jugs give out an' books get slow. / But you can take my tip for square / Tho' the bough an' the book an' the beer jug go, / The girl, she's always there.
For I'm sick o' the sight o' me brother's face, / An' the world's a sight too slow; / An' I'm sick o' tryin' to go the pace, / When there ain't no pace to go; / I'm sick o' the "gilded halls of vice," / An' I'm sick o' the "sainted shrine," / I'm sick o' me own an' me friends' advice, / An' the gold that won't be mine.
I'm sick o' the sound o' me fellow's voice, / I'm sick o' his schemes an' shams; / O' trying to choose when there ain't no choice, / An' of damin' several dams; / So, gimme a girl that ain't too slow, / You can keep your book of rhyme, / An' you bough an' bread an' your beer. Wot O! / An' I'll cuddle her all the time.