| Jog along Bess, hop along May
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| Squeak along Blue, it’s a walk-along day
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| It’s a long road and weary are we
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| Bubble on kettle and make us all some tea
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| Once there was a gypsy man
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| Selling flowers from a baker’s van
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| Bess, she pulled him round the town
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| Pulled her wagon all old and brown
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| Till one day, we took her away
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| Painted her wagon bright and gay
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| Now she finds she’s travelling north
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| No more wandering back and forth
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| Jog along Bess, hop along May
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| Squeak along Blue, it’s a walk-along day
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| It’s a long road and weary are we
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| Bubble on kettle and make us all some tea
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| Once there was an Afghan hound
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| Loved by no one and pushed around
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| Tied up in a stable yard
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| Tangled and timid and howling hard
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| Till one day, we took her away
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| Called her Magog; |
| shortened to May
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| She hurt a paw, made it sore
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| Now she runs on three legs instead of four
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| Jog along Bess, hop along May
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| Squeak along Blue, it’s a walk-along day
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| It’s a long road and weary are we
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| Bubble on kettle and make us all some tea
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| There lived a dog in London Town
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| With one ear up and the other ear down
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| The neighbours said he mustn’t bark
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| The only grass he knew was in Hyde Park
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| Till one day, we took him away
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| Now Blue bounces through fields of hay
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| But he sits and squeals like a squeaky wheel
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| When the wheels are rolling, that’s how he feels
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| Jog along Bess, hop along May
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| Squeak along Blue, it’s a walk-along day
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| It’s a long road and weary are we
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| Bubble on kettle and make us all some tea
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| Little green wagon in a deep blue sky
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| Wheels like dandelions passing by
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| With a picture by Sam, a painting by John
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| And a bonnie black hoss to lead you along
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| Lucky green wagon, you were raggedy brown
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| Now there is red at the hem of your gown
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| And we brought you a pumpkin, brought you a mouse
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| We wished very hard and you gave us a house
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| Jog along Bess, hop along May
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| Squeak along Blue, it’s a walk-along day
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| It’s a long road and weary are we
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| Bubble on kettle and make some tea |