| Johnny Smith, my fallow fine |
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| Peese-weep! Peese-weep! |
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| Inty, tinty, tethery methery |
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| Cock a doodle doo! |
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| Boney was a warrior |
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| Hush-a-by baby on the tree top |
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| Leddy, Leddy Lanners |
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| Hoky, poky, winky wum |
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| As I was walking down the lake |
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| When thrones shall crumble and moulder to dust |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem