| It’s so nice in Mrs Maylie’s house
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| I’d spend my life in Mrs Maylie’s house
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| Count my time counting the moon
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| I’d spend my life in Mrs Maylie’s house
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| It’s so nice in Mrs Maylie’s house
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| I’d spend my life in Mrs Maylie’s house
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| Count my time counting the moon
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| It’s so nice in Mrs Maylie’s house
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| Well good morning Mrs Maylie
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| It’s so nice to wake in sunshine
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| Spent my short life in prison
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| Was my birth that was my first crime
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| I’d like to pick some flowers
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| And arrange them around your room
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| And I love to spend the hours
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| 'Fore they’re snatched away too soon
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| Well I love it in the country
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| And loath the London mire
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| And there’s no one who’s been kinder
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| In my wretched little life
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| Oh good morning Mrs Maylie
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| And your daughter seems so nice
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| An open heart’s my saviour
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| And my trusting is my vice |