.There was an old farmer who lived by a rock
He sat in the meadow a'shaking his
Fist at the boys who were down by the crick
Their feet in the water, their hands on their>
Marbles and playthings and in days of yore
There came a young lady. She looked like a
Pretty young cre.
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