| Fly up my cock
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| You’re my well-fathered cock
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| But don’t crow till the break of day
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| And your red rosy comb
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| Shall it be of the beaten gold
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| And your neck of the silvery grey
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| My cock he flew up
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| And my cock he flew down
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| But he crowed one hour too soon
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| And this young man arose
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| And he hurried on his clothes
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| But it was only the light of the moon
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| Oh when will ye come back
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| My dear Jimmy she said
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| For to wed with a gay golden ring?
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| Seven moons said he
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| Shining over the lea
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| And the sky to yield up no more rain
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| For now I do see
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| Of the contrary way
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| And I am forced to live single or be bound |