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Me sheeps have strayed into pinfold
And now the pinder wants paid
Me pockets turned out
Left him no doubt
There’d be mutton for dinner today
I asked what else could dissuade him
A note or an I.O.U.
He said with a shout
“Get yer’ fiddle out”
“And play us a tune or two”
I sang a song of merry old stooges
And tom-toms played on the moon
Like tile rearranged
A free man’s loose change
An a bell, quite peachie
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2007-12-19
17:29:43
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