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When I was young and under ten |
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A silly wee fool was I |
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The morning that I left the school |
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I heard my mother cry |
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Chorus: |
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Get up, get out, you lazy lout |
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Get into your working clothes |
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Up to your knees in oil and grease |
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And a grindstone to your nose |
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I bought me a clock, a pretty good clock |
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To help me to tell the time |
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It awakened me every morning |
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With a very poetic rhyme |
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I married me a wife, a pretty good wife |
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And kept her many a year |
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Come what may, she'd begin each day |
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By whispering in my ear |
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Now some get to lie as long as they like |
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They're luckier men than me |
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I never get to lie very long |
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I'm only four foot three |
