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As I walk unto market |
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Each day I can hear them cry |
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Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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Fresh, freshly sent for you out today |
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Come and buy them |
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Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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All alone |
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I walk with no one |
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Beside me would sooner buy |
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Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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Walking through the stalls |
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I am amazed by them all |
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Come and buy them |
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Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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Like a child my mind was a-wandering |
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Far from here across the sea |
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It's the sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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I hear, I hear the cries of the beggars |
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What will buy |
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Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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Come and buy them |
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Through the forest |
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I could see them |
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A-hanging there so ripe and red |
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Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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Get up, get off, my man |
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You're not betted down, belongs to you |
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Gotta buy them |
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Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
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Sweet apples, sweet oranges |
