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Bobby Shafto's gone to sea, With silver buckles on his knee; When he comes back he'll marry me, Pretty Bobby Shafto.
Bobby Shafto's fat and fair, Combing down his yellow hair: He's my love for evermore,— Pretty Bobby Shafto. |
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Rock-a-by baby, thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen; And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring; And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king. |
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