Water, water, well-flower, Growing up so high; We are all maidens, And we must all die; Excepting Mary Wilson, For she's the fairest flower; She can dance, and she can sing, And she can lick the sugar. Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie, fie, shame; Turn your back to the wall again.
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