He did not strengthen the gay lady, go to bed But down on the porch floor, he had quickly laid and he neither kissed her when he arrived, albeit not from her and so he did well in and out the window as the moon a coal do not glow Ragged are your stockings, love Stubbley is your cheek and chin, and caught up is that yellow hair, which I yesterday ',' een The stockings belong to my boy Tom, you're the first one is my hand The wind tangled my yellow hair As I rode over his country saw Tom took his ...
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