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Nursery Rhyme Of Innocence And Experience |
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I had a silver penny |
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And an apricot tree |
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And I said to the sailor |
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On the white quay |
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Sailor O sailor |
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Will you bring me |
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If I give you my penny |
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And my apricot tree |
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... fez from Algeria |
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An Arab drum to beat |
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A little gilt sword |
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And a parakeet? |
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And he smiled and he kissed me |
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As strong as death |
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And I saw his red tongue |
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And I felt his sweet breath |
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You may keep your penny |
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And your apricot tree |
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And I'll bring your presents |
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Back from sea. |
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O the ship dipped down |
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On the rim of the sky |
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And I waited while three |
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Long summers went by |
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Then one steel morning |
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On the white quay |
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I saw a grey ship |
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Come in from sea |
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Slowly she came |
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Across the bay |
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For her flashing rigging |
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Was shot away |
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All round her wake |
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The seabirds cried |
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And flew in and out |
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Of the hole in her side |
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Slowly she came |
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In the path of the sun |
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And I heard the sound |
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Of a distant gun |
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And a stranger came running |
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Up to me |
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From the deck of the ship |
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And he said, said he |
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O are you the boy |
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Who would wait on the quay |
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With the silver penny |
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And the apricot tree? |
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I've a plum-coloured fez |
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And a drum for thee |
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And a sword and a parakeet |
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From over the sea. |
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O where is the sailor |
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With bold red hair? |
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And what is that volley |
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On the bright air? |
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O where are the other |
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Girls and boys? |
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And why have you brought me |
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Children's toys? |
