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There was a naughty Boy,
And a naughty Boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see -
Then he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red -
That lead
Was as weighty,
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England -
So he stood in his shoes
And he wonder'd,
He wonder'd,
He stood in his shoes
And he wonder'd
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Bits and pieces
On the third floor
There was a man
An old strange Shamann
He went to him and asked for the key
The man opened the door briefly
And gave away the key swiftly
After he'd ask a single question .. |
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