Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush, The Mulberry Bush, The Mulberry Bush; Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush, All On A Frosty Morning. This Is The Way We Clap Our Hands, This Is The Way We Clap Our Hands, This Is The Way We Clap Our Hands, All On A Frosty Morning.
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