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When I was a weaver I carried my rood and my gear.
No one wants to make an effort these days. |
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Is that the final extent of your input?
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And see her two breasts standing so, like two white hills covered with snow.
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When I was a fletcher I carried my arrers
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They will always need horseshoes said my grandpa
They will always need quills and ink They will always need harness and ploughmen At least that's what grandpa did think |
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He was right about the horseshoes
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In time he'll be right about much of the rest.
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