| At last when the choice was neither nor,
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| Bottom of the bay we’re set ashore.
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| Went into town beg what we lack:
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| 200 stripes on horseback.
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| Wearing my yellow coat,
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| Rope tied around my throat:
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| Great green wax candle unlit;
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| Silence! |
| And then the sentence spit.
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| I’m sitting up in my paw paw tree
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| Wait they make mango mush outta me.
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| Pick axe I can’t stay
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| Silver mines all day.
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| Cut down the weedwood
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| And think that I just could.
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| I’m sitting up in my paw paw tree
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| Wait they make mango mush outta me.
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| Tied down with brown twine
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| Up past the tree line
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| Up by I hope where
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| The King of Spain don’t care.
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| I’m sitting up in my paw paw tree
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| Wait they make mango mush outta me. |