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Up On The Hill There Is A Still
Up on the hill, there is a still
And the smoke holds to the sky,
So you can tell by the whiffle of the smell
When the liquor boys are nigh (yes, nigh)
When the liquor boys are nigh (yes, nigh)
When the liquor boys are nigh . . .
Oh, you can tell by the whiffle of the smell
When the liquor boys are nigh.
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