| On a Monday mornin' you see 'em all there
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| (Little children they’re marching along)
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| On a sunny mountain without any cares
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| (Little children they’re marching along)
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| Marching along, siging a song
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| Making rhythm and rhyme
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| It used to be somthing to see
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| They don’t keep track of the time
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| If the rain comes down, they put on their coats
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| (Little children they’re marching along)
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| If it gets too floody, they get in their boats
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| (Little children they’re marching along)
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| Marching along, siging a song
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| Making rhythm and rhyme
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| It used to be somthing to see
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| They don’t keep track of the time
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| Poor little Wendy she’s too scared to speak
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| (Little children they’re marching along)
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| And look at little Carnie with dirt on her cheek
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| (Little children they’re marching along)
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| It’s three fifteen, it’s time to go home
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| (Little children they’re marching along)
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| You can’t kiss no one until you get home
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| (Little children they’re marching along)
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| Marching along
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| Marching along
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| Marching along
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| Marching along
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| Marching along
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| Marching along
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| Marching along |