'Round the Corn, Sally

Five can't ketch me and ten can't hold me,
Ho, . . . . . . round the corn, Sally!
Round the corn, round the corn, round the corn, Sally!
Ho, ho, ho, round the corn, Sally!

Here's your iggle-quarter and here's your count-aquils.
I can bank, 'ginny bank, 'ginny bank the weaver.
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