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Folk Song

X:1 T:The Owl C:Trad Z:Webmaster K: W:1 W:Of all the brave birds that ever I see W:The owl is the fairest in her degree, W:For all day long she sits in a tree W:And when night comes away flies she. W: W:2 W:To whit, to whoo, to whit, to whoo W:This song is well sung I'll make you a vow W:And he is a knave that drinketh now. W: W:3 W:Nose, nose, nose, nose, W:And who gave you that jolly red nose. W:Cinnamon and ginger, nutmegs and cloves W:That's what gave me this jolly red nose. % % % % %

					
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