Over the hill and over the dale, And over the bourn to Dawlish-- Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale And gingerbread nuts are smallish. ------------- Rantipole Betty she ran down a hill And kicked up her petticoats fairly; Says I I`ll be Jack if you will be Gill-- So she sat on the grass debonairly. Here`s somebody coming, here`s somebody coming! Says I `tis the wind at a parley; So without any fuss any hawing and humming She lay on the grass debonairly. Here`s somebody here and here`s somebody there! Says I hold your tongue you young Gipsey; So she held her tongue and lay plump and fair And dead as a Venus tipsy. O who wouldn`t hie to Dawlish fair, O who wouldn`t stop in a Meadow, O who would not rumple the daisies there And make the wild fern for a bed do!SourceThe script ran 0.005 seconds.
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