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Fix this textOne day when he from church returned.
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Fix this textAs down the Thames he sail’d ;
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Fix this textAt Wapping a young lady lived,
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Fix this textYet ere he went, he rashly vowed.
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Fix this textHe told her how a scarlet coat,
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Fix this textAnd visit him at Tichborne Park,
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Fix this textTo hunt the Kangaroo ;
Fix this textAt the Bush Hotel one night they stopp’d.
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Fix this textAs to his arm she clung.
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Fix this textResolved no more he'd roam;
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Fix this textThat he’s my long lost son I’m sure.
Fix this textFor he’s brought a little Roger,
Fix this textIt's easy and takes two shakes of a lamb's tail!
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