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Every evening Baby goes
—Trot, trot, to town,
Across the river, through the fields,
—Up hill and down.
Trot, trot, the Baby goes,
—Up hill and down,
To buy a feather for her hat,
—To buy a woolen gown.
Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
—The birds fly down, alack!
“You cannot have our feathers, dear,”
—They say, “so please trot back.”
Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
—The lambs come bleating near.
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