| I’ll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable ---
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| Six golden apples bought with my pay
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| I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune
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| But I must be gone by the seventh day
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| So come on, I’m the whistler
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| I have a fife and a drum to play
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| Get ready for the whistler
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| I whistle along on the seventh day ---
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| Whistle along on the seventh day
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| All kinds of sadness I’ve left behind me
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| Many’s the day when I have done wrong
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| But I’ll be yours for ever and ever
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| Climb in the saddle and whistle along
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| So come on, I’m the whistler
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| I have a fife and a drum to play
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| Get ready for the whistler
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| I whistle along on the seventh day ---
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| Whistle along on the seventh day
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| Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places
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| Black are the nights on summer-day sands
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| We’ll find the speck of truth in each riddle
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| Hold the first grain of love in our hands
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| So come on, I’m the whistler
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| I have a fife and a drum to play
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| Get ready for the whistler
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| I whistle along on the seventh day ---
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| Whistle along on the seventh day |