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Where's he that died o' yesterday?
Quote byEdmund Clarence Stedman · 1833–1908
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Falstaff's Song"..
English (original)
Where's he that died o' yesterday? What better chance hath he To clink the can and toss the pot When this night's junkets be? For the lad that died o' yesterday Is just as dead — ho! ho! — As the whoreson knave men laid away A thousand years ago.
— Edmund Clarence Stedman
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