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My father died, and I can't tell y' how,

He left me six horses to follow the plough.

With a whing, whing, waddle, O!

With a string, strang, straddle, O!

Blossy boys! Babble, O! under the Broom.

I sold my six horses, and bought me a cow,

I'm going to get money, but I can't tell how.

With a whing, etc.

I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf,

By that my bargain I lost just half.

With a whing, etc.

I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat,

And in the chimney corner the pretty thing sat.

With a whing, etc.

I sold my cat, and I bought me a mouse,

Set fire to her tail, and she burnt down my house.

I sold my mouse, and I bought me a wife,

She cut my throat with an old rusty knife.

With a whing, etc.