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It's so nice in Mrs Maylie's house |
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I'd spend my life in Mrs Maylie's house |
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Count my time counting the moon |
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I'd spend my life in Mrs Maylie's house |
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It's so nice in Mrs Maylie's house |
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I'd spend my life in Mrs Maylie's house |
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Count my time counting the moon |
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It's so nice in Mrs Maylie's house |
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Well good morning Mrs Maylie |
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It's so nice to wake in sunshine |
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Spent my short life in prison |
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Was my birth that was my first crime |
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I'd like to pick some flowers |
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And arrange them around your room |
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And I love to spend the hours |
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'Fore they're snatched away too soon |
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Well I love it in the country |
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And loath the London mire |
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And there's no one who's been kinder |
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In my wretched little life |
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Oh good morning Mrs Maylie |
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And your daughter seems so nice |
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An open heart's my saviour |
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And my trusting is my vice |
