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" You're out," says Dick, " not I," says Nick.
" 'Twas the fiddler played it wrong "; " 'Tis true," says Hugh, and so says Sue,
And so says every one. The fiddler then began
To play the tune again, And every girl did trip it, trip it,
Trip it to the men. |
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Ei Good-night," says Harry, "good-night," says Mary,
" Good-night," says Poll to John ; :i Good-night," says Sue, to her sweetheart Hugh,
" Good-night," says ev'ry one. Some walk'd and some did run,
Some loiter'd on the way, And bound themselves, by kisses twelve,
To meet the next holiday. |
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H. 4868. |
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