| Playmate, come out and play with me
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| And bring your dollies, three
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| Climb up my apple tree
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| Look down my rain-barrel
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| Slide down my cellar door
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| And we’ll be jolly friends forever more
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| But she couldn’t come out and play
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| It was a rainy day
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| With tearful eye she breathed a sigh
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| And I could hear her say
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| I’m sorry, playmate, I cannot play with you
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| My dolly’s got the flu, boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
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| Ain’t got no rain-barrel, ain’t got no cellar door
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| But we’ll be jolly friends forever more
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| Well, she couldn’t come out and play
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| It was a rainy day
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| With tearful eye she breathed a sigh
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| And I could hear her say
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| I’m sorry, playmate, I cannot play with you
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| My dolly’s got the flu, boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
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| Ain’t got no rain-barrel, ain’t got no cellar door
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| But we’ll be jolly friends forever more |