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Old Songs
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the traveller
I tarried all night until the next day;
I thought it high time to be jogging away;
I asked the landlady what was to pay.
“Come, kiss me, kind sir and go your way.”
Sing bug o’ the Dutch,
Li fal de ding day,
I’ in my pocket but one pennay.
I saw some gentlemen throwing at dice,
I see them throw them once or twice.
As I stood by a-lookin’ on,
They took me to be some gentlemon.
Sing bug o’ the Dutch,
Li fal de ding day,
I’ in my pocket but one pennay.
They had a mind I should throw it again,
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