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Alba s touto skladbou:
The Swimming Hour,
It rained it poured
It rained so hard
Rained so hard all day
Till the boys in our school
Come out to talk and play
They tossed the ball
Again so high
Then again so low
Till it fell into a flower garden
Where’s no one allowed to go
When a tipsy gipsy lady
Dressed in yellow and green
Says come here come here
My pretty little boy
And get your ball again
No I won’t come in
Without my playmates all
I’m gonna get my father and tell him about it
And then the tears shall fall
First she offered an apple sweet
Then a tangerine
Then she offered a diamond
That seemed to do the trick that enticed him in
She took him by the lilly-white hand and let him through the hall
She took him to an upper room
Where no one could hear him call
No not a soul
Bury the bible at my feet
The testament at my head
If my dear father should call for me
Tell him that I am dead
Bury the bible at my head
The testament at my feet
If my dear mother should call for me
Tell her that I’m asleep
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