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THIS is the way the ladies ride;
Tri, tre, tre, tree,
Tri, tre, tre, tree! This is the way the ladies ride,
Tri, tre, tre, tree, tri-tre-tre-tree'.
This is the way the gentlemen ride;
Gallop-a-trot,
Gallop-a-trot! This is the way the gentlemen ride,
Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the farmers ride;
Hohbledy-hoy,
Hobbledy-hoy! This is the way the farmers ride,
Hohbledy hobbledy-hoy! |
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THE Cuckoo's a, fine bird,
He eings as he flies; He brings us good tidings, He tells us no lies. |
He sucks little birds' eggs, To make his voice clear;
And when he sings " Cuckoo!" The summer is near. |
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