I Put The Sky Into My Pocket, And The Sea Into My Locket, And Into My Breeches-Band I Put The Land. So I Was Trotting Off To Share, Among My Comrades In The Lair, Our Profits, When A Peeler Came And Took My Name. And Now I'm In The County Gaol! Will Anybody Be My Bail? Will Anybody Be My Bail And Take Me From The County Gaol?
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