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C. J. S. [Music]
1. Old Uncle Pengerric a Captain was, / A dowser shrewd was he; / Who feathered his nest from the keenly lode / That ruined you and me. / The Captain was traversing Brandy Moor, / With hazel twig in hand, / The hazel twisted and turned about / And brought him to a stand. / CHORUS. Oh! the keenly lode, the keenly lode / Of bâlls the best, my boys; / Old Uncle Pengerric very well know'd / How to feather his nest, my boys.