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The Drummer and His Wife |
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2 She told him to milk the crumply cow, For fear she would go dry, dry;
She told him to feed that speckled pig That lay up in the sty.
3 She told him to churn the churn of cream That set up in the frame, frame ;
She told him to watch the pot of fat, Or it'd go up in a flame.
4 She told him to feed that speckled hen, For fear she would go stray, stray;
She told him to remember the spool of thread That she spun was to-day.
5 The drummer went to milk the crumply cow, For fear she would go dry, dry.
She hoist her head and give a snort, And wouldn't let drummer come a-nigh. |
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* If G be tonic : — Mode 3. |
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