| On Egypt’s land, contagious to the Nile
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| Auld Pharaoh’s daughter, she went to bathe in style
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| She took her dip and come unto the land
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| And for to dry her royal pelt she ran along the strand
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| And a bulrush tripped her whereupon she saw
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| A lovely smiling babby all in a wad of straw
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| She took the babby up and says she in accents mild
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| «Oh tar-an-a-gers, girls now, which one of yis owns the child?»
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| And then little Moses, he gave a little grin
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| For she and the Pharaoh were standing in their skin
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| «Begobben» says the Pharaoh, «it was somebody very rude
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| That left a little baby in the river in his nude.»
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| She took him to her ol' lad sitting on the throne
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| «Oh da,» says she, «Would you give the boy a home?»
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| «Begobben,» says the Pharaoh, «I've often took in worse
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| Go nip down to the market square and get the child a nurse.»
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| When she went to the market square, now
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| The only one she’d find
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| Now was the little young one that left the child behind
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| And she was letting on to be a stranger, mareyah
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| And never letting on that she was the babby’s ma
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| And so little Moses, he got his mammy back
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| Such a co-in-ci-dence, though, is a nut to crack |