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I'll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable --- |
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Six golden apples bought with my pay. |
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I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune, |
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But i must be gone by the seventh day. |
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So come on, i'm the whistler. |
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I have a fife and a drum to play. |
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Get ready for the whistler. |
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I whistle along on the seventh day --- |
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Whistle along on the seventh day. |
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All kinds of sadness i've left behind me. |
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Many's the day when i have done wrong. |
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But i'll be yours for ever and ever. |
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Climb in the saddle and whistle along. |
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So come on, i'm the whistler. |
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I have a fife and a drum to play. |
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Get ready for the whistler. |
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I whistle along on the seventh day --- |
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Whistle along on the seventh day. |
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Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places. |
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Black are the nights on summer-day sands. |
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We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle. |
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Hold the first grain of love in our hands. |
