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Mirthful
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The
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The
fox went out one stormy night, Prayed to the moon for to give him light, For he'd many a mile to go that night Before he reached the town, oh, Town , oh, town, oh, He'd many a mile to go that night Before he reached the town, oh. |
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ran till he came to a great big pen Where the ducks and geese were kept therein; A couple of you will grease my chin Before I leave this town, oh, Town , oh, town, oh, A couple of you will grease my chin Before I leave this town, oh. |
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grabbed the gray goose by the neck, Flipped the goose across his back; He didn't mind he quack, quack, quack, And the legs all dangling down, oh,. Down, oh, down, oh, He didn't mind he quack, quack, quack, And the legs all dangling down, oh. |
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Gwynn
Suits and Jimmy Chesire |
Arthur
Suits Then John he ran to the top of the hill; Blew his horn both loud and shrill, The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill For they'll soon be on my trail", oh, etc. |
Arthur
Suits The fox he ran till he came to his den; There stood the little ones 8, 9. 10. They said, "Daddy you'd better go back again 'Cause it must be a mighty fine town", oh, etc. |
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Alan
Suits The fox and his wife, without any strife, Cut up the goose with a fork and a knife, They never had such a supper in their life, And the little ones chewed on the bones, oh, The bones, oh, the bones, oh, They never had such a supper in their life, And the little ones chewed on the bones, oh. |
Adrienne
Chesire |
Adrienne
Chesire From my books surcease of sorrow --- sorrow for the lost Lenore For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -- Nameless here for evermore. From The Raven by E.A. Poe |
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