| Oh, me name is Dick Darby, I’m a cobbler
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| I served my time at ould camp
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| Some call me an old agitator
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| But now I’m resolved to repent
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| With me ing-twing of an ing-thing of an i-doe
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| With me ing-twing of an ing-thing of an i-day
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| With me roo-boo-boo roo-boo-boo randy
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| And me lab stone keeps beating away
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| Now, my father was hung for sheep stealing
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| My mother was burned for a witch
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| My sister’s a dandy house-keeper
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| And I’m a mechanical switch
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| It’s forty long years I have traveled
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| All by the contents of me pack
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| Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers
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| I carry them all on me back
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| Oh, my wife she is humpy, she’s lumpy
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| Me wife she’s the devil, she’s cracked
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| And no matter what I may do with her
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| Her tongue, it goes clickety-clack
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| It was early one fine summer’s morning
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| A little before it was day
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| I dipped her three times in the river
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| And carelessly bade her «Good day» |