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Har-ry and Tom, the o-ther day,

Went out in-to the yard to play;

Their great de-light, in wea-ther bright,

Is blow-ing bub-bles with pipes of clay.

Tom took a ba-sin deep and wide,

And Har-ry brought his mug be-side;

They fil-led them quite with soap-suds white,

And each to blow the big-gest tried.

Poor Tom, he blew with might and main,

And so, of course, he blew in vain;