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THE OLD MAN UNDER THE HILL
T HERE was an old man who lived under the hill, Chir-u-ra-wee, lived under the hill, And if he ain't dead he's living there still, Chir-u-ra-wee, living there still.
One day the old man went out to plow, Chir-u-ra-wee, went out to plow; 'Tis good-bye the old fellow, and how are you now, Sing chir-u-ra-wee, and how are you now.
And then another came to his house, Chir-u-ra-wee, came to his house; " There's one of your family I've got to have now, Sing chir-u-ra-wee, got to have now.
" It's neither you nor your oldest son, Chir-u-ra-wee, nor your oldest son." " Then take my old woman and take her for fun, Sing chir-u-ra-wee, take her for fun."
He takened her all upon his back, Chir-u-ra-wee, upon his back, And like an old rascal went rickity rack, Sing chir-u-ra-wee, went rickity rack.
But when he got half way up the road, Chir-u-ra-wee, up the road,