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RATTLESNAKE — A RANCH HAYING SONG
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NICE young ma-wa-wan Lived on a hi-wi-will; A nice young ma-wa-wan, For I knew him we-we-well.
To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree!
This nice young ma-wa-wan Went out to mo-wo-wow To see if he-we-we Could make a sho-wo^wow.
To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree!
He scarcely mo-wo-wowed
Half round the fie-we-wield
Till up jumped — come a rattle, come a sna-wa-wake
And bit him on the he-we-weel.
To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree 1
He laid right dow-wo-wown Upon the gro-wo-wound And shut his ey-wy-wyes And looked all aro-wo-wound.
To my rattle, to my roo-rah-ree!
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