Cas'nt Kill Cooch

Now brave boys I'm touching on sixty, but I'm very spry

And you can't find a man that has tried his luck more times than I

For years I've looked around for a woman with a few spare pound

I know I can find her and I'll tell thee why

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Oh the casn't kill cooch will never die

No, the casn't kill cooch, no matter just how much they try

When things go wrong boys, don't curse nor fret

Call the casn't kill cooch and I'll get there yet

Well once I were courtin' a pretty little girl up on Ark Tree Hill

Not just because her father had a farm and a cider mill

But one day he says 'John, they got to hurry on'

For his love of his little brown jug was more than the love of his Jill

Ah, then there were Janey from Oakton Janey what a girl was she

Fine fat legs like a couple of branches on a chestnut tree

But it were just the same, she said 'I know his game

I know what I'm after and he hasn't got any'

Well now brave boys, my story has ended and I know it's true

Sun is shining and he's gotta make hay while the sun shines through

Every dog must have his day, but I hope you won't forget

While there's life there's hoping and there's life in the old dog yet