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MASTER I have, and I am his man,
Gallop a dreary dun; Master I have, and I am his man, And I'll get a wife as fast as I can; With a heighly gaily gamherally,
Higgledy, piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,
Gallop a dreary dun. |
MY story's ended,
My spoon's hended; If you don't like it, Go to the next door, And get it mended. |
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MARY, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow ? With silver hells and cockle-shells, And pretty maids all of a row. |
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