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The night before Larry was stretch'd, The boys they all paid him a visit; A bit in their sacks, too, they fetch'd-- They sweated their duds till they riz it; For Larry was always the lad, When a friend was condemn'd to the squeezer, But he'd pawn, all the togs that he had, Just to help the poor boy to a sneezer, And moisten his gob 'fore he died.