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MY LADY WIND. |
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My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind, Went round about the house, to find
A chink to get her foot in; She tried the keyhole in the door, She tried the crevice in the floor,
And drove the chimney soot in. |
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And then one night when it was dark, She blew up such a tiny spark,
That all the house was pothered; From it she raised up such a flame As flamed away to Belting Lane,
And White Cross folks were smothered. |
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