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Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around
Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Merry Christmas, Jingle Bells Christ is born and the devil?s in Hell Hearts they shrink pockets swell Everybody know and nobody tell Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Oh the sins of Caesar's men Cry the pious citizens Who petty thieve the 5 and 10s And the big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Blame the angels, blame the fates Blame the Jews or your sister Kate Teach your children how to hate And the big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Turn your back on weeds you?ve hoed Silly sinful seeds you?ve sowed Add your straw to the camel?s load Pray like Hell when your world explode Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Swing your girl fiddler say Later on the piper pay Do see do, swing and sway Dead will dance on judgment day Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around |
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We are drifting and rolling along the road
Tryin' to bear my heavy load Like a log that's been passed on the side I'm so heavy and so tired And I know me a few men in my time None of them worth a lousy dime And they make me work like a doggone slave Won't be happy till I'm in my grave And I've been drifting and rolling along the road Tryin' to bear my heavy load And like a log that's been passed on the side I'm so heavy and so tired My world you don't took it and torn it in two Who'd ever thought it of a boy like you It looked hot, I thought it was a sugar and spice Salty water turned to ice I've been drifting and rolling along the road Tryin' to bear my heavy load And like a log that's been passed on the side I'm so heavy and so tired |
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Sweet William rose one morning bright
And dressed himself in blue "Come tell to me the long lost love Between Lady Margaret and you" "I know no harm of Lady Margaret," said he "And I hope she knows none of me But tomorrow morning before eight o'clock Lady Margaret my bride shall be" As Lady Margaret was in her chamber high A-combing up her hair She spied sweet William and his bride As they to the church drew near She threw down her ivory comb And tossed back her hair And from the room a fair lady came That was seen in there no more The day being gone and the night being come When most men were asleep Sweet William spied Lady Margaret's ghost A-standing at his bed feet "How do you like your bed?" she said "And how do you like your sheet? And how do you like the fair lady That lies in your arms asleep?" "Very well do I like my bed," said he "Very well do I like my sheet But better do I like the fair lady That is standing at my bed feet" The night being gone and the day being come When most men were awake Sweet William said he was troubled in his head From a dream he had last night He called his weary waiting maids By one, by two, by three And last of all, with his bride's consent Lady Margaret he went to see He went unto the parlor door He knocked until he made things ring But none was so ready as her own dear brother To arise and let him in "Is Lady Margaret in the parlor?" said he "Or is she in the hall Or is she in her chamber high Among the gay ladies all?" "Lady Margaret is not in the parlor," said he "She is neither in the hall She is in her coffin And a-lying by the wall" "Tear down, tear down, those milk white sheets They are made of silk so fine That I may kiss Lady Margaret's cheek For ofttimes she has kissed mine" The first that he kissed was her rosy cheek The next was her dimpled chin The last of all was her clay-cold lips That pierced his heart within "Tear down, tear down those milk white sheets They are made of silk so fine Today they hang around Lady Margaret's corpse And tomorrow they will hang around mine" Lady Margaret died of pure, pure love Sweet William died of sorrow They are buried in one burying ground Both side and side together Out of her grave grew a red rose And out of his a briar They grew in a twining true lover's knot The rose and the green briar |
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Winter boy, born on a snowy day
Came to me on a rainy afternoon And there'd been summer love Love I trusted far too well, got away and winter's spell had broke my heart and left me all alone And looking for a home to rest my weary heart for just a while Then I found it in the smile of a boy A little boy with midnight in his hair And promise in his eyes of days and nights still yet to be Days and nights he'd cling to me For I am winter's lady and he is winter's child Though there be summers yet And the smell of pine comes crying to my heart Still my joy and my security will lie beside the boy of less impurity The little boy with midnight in his hair and diamonds in his eyes Diamonds made of trust and love for me and gleaming at me all the afternoon |
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