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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