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The north wind doth blow
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then—poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn
To keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing—poor thing!

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A B C

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A, B, C, die Katze lief im Schnee, Und wie sie wieder ’raus kam, Da hatt’ sie weisse Stieflein an: O jemine, O jemine, O jemine, O je! 2A, B, C, die Katze lief zur Hoh’, Sie lecket ihr kalt Pfötchen rein Und putzt sich auch das Stiefelein Und ging nicht mehr im Schnee.

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ET MOI DE M’EN COURIR

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En passant dans un p’tit bois, Où le coucou chantait, Où le coucou chantait; Dans son joli chant il disait: Coucou, coucou, coucou, coucou, Et moi qui croyais qu’il disait; Cass’-lui le cou, cass’-lui le cou! Et moi de m’en cour’, cour’, cour’, Et moi de m’en courir! 2En passant auprès d’un étang, Où les canards chantaient, Où les canards chantaient; Dans leur joli chant ils disaient: “Cancan, cancan, cancan, cancan,” Et moi qui croyais qu’ils disaient, “Jett’-le dedans, jett’-le dedans,” Et moi de m’en cour’, cour’, cour’, Et moi de m’en courir! 3En passant devant une maison, Où la bonn’ femm’ chantait, Où la bonn’ femm’ chantait; Dans son joli chant ell’ disait: “Dodo, dodo, dodo, dodo,” Et moi qui croyais qu’elle disait, “Cass’-lui les os, cass’-lui les os,” Et moi de m’en cour’, cour’, cour’, Et moi de m’en courir!

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THE OLD MAN IN LEATHER

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One misty, moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather, There I met an old man clothed all in leather, clothed all in leather, With cap under his chin, How do you do, how do you do, how do you do, again, again.

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AIKEN DRUM

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1There was a man lived in the moon, lived in the moon, lived in the moon, There was a man lived in the moon, And his name was Aiken Drum, And he played upon a ladle, a ladle, a ladle, And he played upon a ladle, And his name was Aiken Drum.  2And his hat was made of good cream cheese, And his name, &c.  3And his coat was made of good roast beef, And his name, &c.  4And his buttons were made of penny loaves, And his name, &c.  5His waistcoat was made of crust of pies, And his name, &c.  6His breeches were made of haggis bags, And his name, &c.  7There was a man in another town, And his name was Willy Wood; And he played upon a razor, And his name was Willy Wood.  8And he ate up all the good cream cheese, And his name, &c.  9And he ate up all the good roast beef, And his name, &c. 10 And he ate up all the penny loaves, And his name, &c. 11 And he ate up all the good pie crust, And his name, &c. 12 But he choked upon the haggis bags, And there was an end of Willy Wood.

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BILLY PRINGLE

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