| Swan, swan, hummingbird, hurrah
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| We are all free now
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| What noisy cats are we
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| Girl and dog, he bore his cross
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| Swan, swan, hummingbird, hurrah
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| We are all free now
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| A long, low time ago
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| People talk to me
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| Johnny Reb, what’s the price of fans
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| Forty apiece or three for one dollar?
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| Hey, Captain, don’t you want to buy
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| Some bone chains and toothpicks
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| Night wings, or hair chains?
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| Here’s your wooden greenback, sing
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| Wooden beams and dovetail sweep
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| I struck that picture ninety times
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| I walked that path a hundred ninety
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| Long, low time ago, people talk to me
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| A pistol hot, cup of rhyme
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| The whiskey is water, the water is wine
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| Marching feet, Johnny Reb
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| What’s the price of heroes?
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| Six of one, half dozen the other
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| Tell that to the captain’s mother
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| Hey, captain, don’t you want to buy
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| Some bone chains and toothpicks?
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| Night wings, or hair chains?
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| Swan, swan, hummingbird, hurrah
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| We’re all free now
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| What noisy cats are we
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| Long, low time ago, people talk to me
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| A pistol hot cup of rhyme
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| The whiskey is water, the water is wine |