Down in the Meadows

Down in the meadows, where the green grass grows,
Where Minnie Jardine bleaches her clothes;
She sang, she sang, and she sang so sweet,
Come over, come over, come over the street:

Minnie made a dumpling, she made it so sweet,
She lifted up a knife and tasted a bit;
Come taste, come taste, and don't say no,
For every Sunday morning the church bells will go.

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