The Winds They Did Blow, The Leaves They Did Wag; Along Came A Beggar Boy, And Put Me In His Bag. He Took Me Up To London, A Lady Did Me Buy, Put Me In A Silver Cage, And Hung Me Up On High. With Apples By The Fire, And Nuts For To Crack, Besides A Little Feather Bed To Rest My Little Back.
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