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I remember many dear old love songs |
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Rhapsodies and symphonies galore |
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But a melody my mother sang to me still haunts me |
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How I always will adore |
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This little piggy went to market |
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This little piggy stayed home |
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This little piggy had roast beef |
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This little piggy had none |
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How I recall my dear old Mother |
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Putting me to bed |
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She tucked me in and said |
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To her cute little sleepy head |
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This little piggy was a bad little piggy |
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Who cried all the way home |
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Years have passed |
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But it's still my favourite poem |
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I dream and pray someday I'll say |
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To a cute little baby of my own |
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This little piggy went to market |
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And this little piggy stayed home |
