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| − | "Old Man Ten had ten young get,
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| − | Yet not a one of them was young,
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| − | But Old Man Ten would soon be dead
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| − | And about his bed they hung.
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| − | An ocean of tears did they each give,
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| − | To shower their dying dad,
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| − | On the day it looked like he might live,
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| − | Not one in ten was glad.
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| − | 'It looks the worst,' said dear old dad,
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| − | It looks as if I may pull through!'
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| − | 'Fret not father! Poisons to be had
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| − | That could do for five of you!'
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| − | 'Or I could find a big red rock!'
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| − | Exclaimed the youngest of his brood,
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| − | 'And all the redder it would look
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| − | With the addition of your blood!'
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| − | 'No no, I say, each is too dull.
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| − | Not one of them will end my days.
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| − | I wish to die, be nix and null
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| − | In death I wish to stay.'
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| − | 'Forget the stones, he'll want a blade!
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| − | Sharp as blade can be!
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| − | And when we've done just as he bade,
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| − | He'll share his death with me!'
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| − | 'A wench! A fresh and lusty wench!
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| − | No, two! No, three! No, four!
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| − | The heart of him they'll twist and wrench
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| − | Until he's dead on the floor!'
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| − | 'No no, I say, each is too dull.
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| − | Not one of them will end my days.
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| − | I wish to die, be nix and null
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| − | In death I wish to stay.'
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| − | 'I will take you out into snow,'
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| − | mused the cruelest of his bunch,
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| − | 'And to the wolves I'll have you go,
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| − | They'll eat you up for lunch!'
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| − | 'I'll throw you through the big window,
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| − | Like an eagle will you fly,
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| − | And when you crumple on crags below,
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| − | You'll smile as you die.'
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| − | 'No no, I say, each is too dull.
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| − | Not one of them will end my days.
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| − | I wish to die, be nix and null
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| − | In death I wish to stay.'
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| − | 'BOO! Haha, I'll scare you stiff!
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| − | A fright will stop your heart!'
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| − | He was liked the least of Ten,
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| − | and they threw him off the rampart.
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| − | 'I'll take you out to seas of black,
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| − | Bind your feet and wrists.
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| − | And push you off the slipp'ry deck
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| − | To drown in the Abyss.'
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| − | 'No no, I say, each is too dull.
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| − | Not one of them will end my days.
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| − | I wish to die, be nix and null
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| − | In death I wish to stay.'
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| − | 'I'll hang you up until you choke.
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| − | It will be quick due to your size.
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| − | And crows will come to peck and poke
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| − | Your tongue and ears and eyes.'
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| − | And sitting next to blazing fire
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| − | His daughter said "May I suggest?
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| − | A funeral pyre, that's your desire!
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| − | To burn to ash is best!'
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| − | 'No no, I say, each is too dull.
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| − | Not one of them of them will end my days
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| − | All of them! At once! Them all!
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| − | I'll die ten different ways!'
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| − | All of them! At once! Them all!
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| − | I'll die ten different ways!'"
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