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Once I was a monarch's daughter,

And sat on a lady's knee;

But am now a nightly rover,

Banished to the ivy tree.

Crying hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo,

Hoo, hoo, hoo, my feet are cold.

Pity me, for here you see me

Persecuted, poor, and old.

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