| When that I was but a little tiny boy
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| WIth a heigh ho the wind and the rain
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| Minty Fresh was my only joy
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| For the rain it rained every day
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| Papas Fritas, The Cardigans, Komeda
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| The Legendary Jim Ruiz Group
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| Anthony and Jim gave me hours of pleasure
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| With their record label Minty Fresh
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| A mortal dare not look upon
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| The creatures of the night
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| The goblin foul, the horned toad
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| The vicious little sprite
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| Ariel is the name I bear
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| On the bat black night I fly
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| I’ll have music wherever I go
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| Till Phoebus 'gins a rise
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| The gods, my friends, smile down on us
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| The wheel of fortune turns
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| We shall be spared the plague and the clap
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| When the fire of London burns
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| We see the skull beneath the skin
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| The eldritch empty eyes
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| And if we let the music stop
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| We’d soon be paralysed
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| But with bells on our fingers
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| And bells on our toes
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| We’ll ring a tune when we mop and mow
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| Heigh ho the wind and the rain
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| Let us play these disks again and again
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| The Sugarplastic, Melony
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| Doctor Kosmos, Veruca Salt
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| The Orange Peels, Kahimi Karie
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| The Aluminum Group and all
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| We fear the monsters of the night
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| The hump-backed whale, the Caliban brute
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| We stand in awe where they stand tall
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| The flibbertigibbet and the rawhead spook
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| When I was but a little tiny boy
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| Green grow the rushes o
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| Where the bee sucked there sucked I
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| In a parsnip’s bell I’d lie
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| Ring in the summer, boys, bring in the wheat
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| Let us laugh in the face of death
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| We’ll dance and feast all night tonight
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| To the sounds of Minty Fresh |