| I'm not a butcher |
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| Feetikin, feetikin |
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| As I looked ower my window at ten o'clock at nicht |
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| Zeenty, teenty, feggerie fell |
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| The Daughter of the Farrier |
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| 'Twas Rollog, and the Minim Potes |
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| A' the nicht owre and owre |
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| Stability of Masonry |
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven |
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| “How many miles is it to Babylon?” |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem