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There was an old woman lived on the seashore,
Bow and balance to me.
There was an old woman lived on the seashore,
Her number of daughters one, two, three, four,
And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me.
There was a young man came by to see them,
Bow and balance to me.
There was a young man came by to see them,
And the oldest one got struck on him,
And I'll be true to my love if my love'll be true to me.
He bought the y......
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