| Scottie Malottie, the king o' the Jews |
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| Seven Long Years in State Prison |
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| Little Mohee |
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| There stands a tree at our house-end |
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| Zeenty, teenty, halligo lum |
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| Let all the earth their voices raise |
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| You Blessed Bowers |
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| King Jesus is My Only Friend |
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| Do You Just Belong? |
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| Said the Whisky Flask |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem