| Jack and Jill went up the hill
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| To fetch a pail of water
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| Jack fell down and broke his crown
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| And Jill came tumbling after
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| New Year’s Eve, the boy downtown
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| To see the pauper’s daughter
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| Half past six the date was fixed
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| The gate to raven I call him
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| Knew the score, there was no door
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| But sweet light shone from the ceiling
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| She was dressed in blue, a family friend
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| Calling red, they were singing
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| Singing, singing, woah
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| I played a tune from room to room
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| Holding hands like a children’s tune
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| There was no charming, no waiting no tears
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| Pauper’s teaching like a son, like feel
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| Looking back, no rumours
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| Memory lingering on and on, on and on
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| They would sing it
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| They would sing it
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| Woah, yeah, yeah
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| Half past six the date was fixed
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| The gate to raven I call him
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| Knew the score, there was no door
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| But sweet light shone from the ceiling
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| She was dressed in blue, a family friend
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| Calling red, they were singing, woah
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| They were singing
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| Jack and Jill went up the hill
|
| To fetch a pail of water
|
| Jack fell down and broke his crown
|
| And Jill came tumbling after
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| Jack and Jill went up the hill
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| To fetch a pail of water
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| Jack fell down and broke his crown
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| And Jill came tumbling after
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| Pauper’s daughter and I
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| Pauper’s daughter and I
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| Pauper’s daughter and I |