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'The Old Man Under the Hill
Says he, " You old lady, you're sure a load," Sing chir-u-ra-wee, you're sure a load.
He set her down on a stump to rest, Chir-u-ra-wee, stump to rest; She up with a stick and hit him her best. Sing chir-u-ra-wee, hit him her best,
He taken her on to hell's old gate, Chir-u-ra-wee, hell's old gate, But when he got there he got there too late, Sing chir-u-ra-wee, got there too late.
And so he had to keep his wife, Chir-u-ra-wee, had to keep his wife, And keep her he did for the rest of his life, Sing chir-u-ra-wee, for the rest of his life. |
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