| As I walk unto market
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| Each day I can hear them cry
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| Sweet apples, sweet oranges
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| Sweet apples, sweet oranges
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| Fresh, freshly sent for you out today
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| Come and buy them
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| Sweet apples, sweet oranges
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| All alone I walk with no one
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| Beside me would sooner buy
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| Sweet apples, sweet oranges
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| Sweet apples, sweet oranges
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| Walking through the stalls
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| I am amazed by them all
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| Come and buy them
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| Sweet apples, sweet oranges
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| Like a child my mind was a-wandering
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| Far from here across the sea
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| It’s the sweet apples, sweet oranges
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| Sweet apples, sweet oranges
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| I hear, I hear the cries of the beggars
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| What will buy
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| Sweet apples, sweet oranges
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| Come and buy them
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| Through the forest I could see them
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| A-hanging there so ripe and red
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| Sweet apples, sweet oranges
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| Sweet apples, sweet oranges
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| Get up, get off, my man
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| You’re not betted down, belongs to you
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| Gotta buy them
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| Sweet apples, sweet oranges
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| Sweet apples, sweet oranges |