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 | | I threw him on my shoulder and then we trudged home We took him to a neighbor's house, and sold him for a crown; We sold him for a crown, my boys, but I did not tell you where Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year. |
 | | Note: The Lincolnshire Poacher was a favourite ditty of King George IV. |
 | | Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy, If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer: There, Where my Julia's lips do smile; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow. |
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