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What did you kill your dear little brother for? O my boy, come now tell it unto me. |
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For the killing of three little dicky birds, that flew from tree to tree. |
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What will you do with your houses and your land? O my boy, come now tell it unto me. |
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I will let them stand, till they fall down. |
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For here no more can I be. |
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What will you leave your dear little sister now? O my boy, come now tell it unto me. |
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I will leave her a rope to hang herself on yonder high tree. |
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What will you do when your father he comes home? O my boy, come now tell it unto me. |
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I will place my foot on board of a ship and will sail to a far country. |
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When will I see your dear, dear dear face again? O my boy, come now tell it unto me. |
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Never 'til the sun sets in yonder high tree, and that will never, never be. |
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And that will never, never be. |
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And that will never, never be. |
