.The streets were lined with factory workers pouring into the mills
The whalers and the sailors tallied up their morning kills
And up the hill on second street two bodies lying dead
Father Andrew on the couch, Abby borden by the bed
Chop chop down the alley
Chop chop chop down the .
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