| Fifty children sitting in the trees
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| Fifty children swingin' in the breeze
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| Up in the branches and off their knees
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| Hooray for the Lambeth children, O
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| Hooray for the Lambeth children, O
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| Eleven fine maples growing in a row
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| The road to be widened doomed them to go
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| But fifty kids of Lambeth cried «No, no!»
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| Hooray for the Lambeth children, O
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| Hooray for the Lambeth children, O
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| Roads we’ve enough and roads everywhere
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| Roads for the cars we can very wll spare
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| But long live the mapl trees, green or bare
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| And hooray for the Lambeth children, O
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| Hooray for the Lambeth children, O
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| Woodsmen came with their axes and their saws
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| But kids on the branches, chirruping like daws
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| And the woodsmen said, «The devil with the laws
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| And hooray for the Lambeth children, O
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| And hooray for the Lambeth children, O.»
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| Lambeth town in Ontario
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| That’s where the maple trees stand in a row
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| That’s where the loveliest children grow
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| Hooray for the Lambeth children, O
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| Hooray for the Lambeth children, O |