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/ In the highlands, where the Revenooer dozes / Where the old, kind men have rosy noses -- / O the Moonshine's _right_ / In my old Kentucky home! / Here is a still and a quiet conscience. / O still! govern thou my song.
/ Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug / And also bottles / And demijohns / By the light of, the light of the moon. / There is no water / In my old Kentucky home / Except for washing / And damn little for that.