| There was an old man who lived in a wood
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| As you can plainly see
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| He said he could do as much work in a day
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| As his wife could do in three
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| With all my heart the woman she said
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| If that’s what you will allow
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| Tomorrow you’ll stay at home in my stead
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| And I go drive the plough
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| But you must milk our Tidy the cow
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| For fear she will go dry
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| You must feed the littlest pigs
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| That are within the sty
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| And you must mind the speckled hen
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| For fear she’ll lay away
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| And then you must reel the spool of yarn
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| That I spun yesterday
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| The woman she took up her staff in her hand
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| And she went to drive the plough
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| The old man took up a pale in his hand
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| And he went to milk the cow
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| But Tidy hinched and Tidy flinched
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| And Tidy broke his nose
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| And Tidy she gave to him such a big blow
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| The poor man took to his toes
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| Hi Tidy home Tidy
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| Tidy thou stand still
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| If ever I’m ill be tidy again,
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| Be sore against my will
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| He went to feed the little pigs
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| That were within the sty
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| He hit his big head upon a thick beam
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| And he made his red blood fly
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| He went to find the speckledy hen
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| For fear she’d lay astray
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| Forgot to reel the spool of yarn
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| His wife spun yesterday
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| He swore by the sun, the moon, the stars,
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| The green leaves on the tree
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| If his wife didn’t do a days work in her life
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| She won’t be ruled by he There was an old man who lived in a wood
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| As you can plainly see
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| He said he could do as much work in a day
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| As his wife could do in three
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| With all my heart the woman she said
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| If that’s what you will allow
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| Tomorrow you’ll stay at home in my stead
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| And I go drive the plough |