| Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief
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| If he had a rich man in his hand
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| And who would steal the candy
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| From a laughing baby’s mouth
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| If he could take it from the money man
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| Cross-eyed Mary
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| Goes jumping in again
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| She signs no contract
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| But she always plays the game
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| She dines in Hampstead village
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| On expense accounted gruel
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| And the jack-knife barber
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| Drops her off at school
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| Hey
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| Laughing in the playground
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| Gets no kicks from little boys
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| Would rather make it with a letching grey
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| Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
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| Who watches through the railings as they play
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| Hey
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| Cross-eyed Mary
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| Finds it hard to get along
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| She’s a poor man’s rich girl
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| And she’ll do it for a song
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| She’s a rich man stealer
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| But her favour’s good and strong
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| She’s the Robin Hood of Highgate
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| Helps the poor man get along
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| Hey
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| Laughing in the playground
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| Gets no kicks from little boys
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| Would rather make it with a letching grey
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| Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
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| Who watches through the railings as they play
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| Hey
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| Cross-eyed Mary
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| Goes jumping in again
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| She signs no contract
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| But she always plays the game
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| She dines in Hampstead village
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| On expense accounted gruel
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| And the jack-knife barber
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| Drops her off at school
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| Hey
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| Cross-eyed Mary
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| Oh Mary
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| Oh Cross-eyed Mary |