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«There was a naughty Boy,
And a naught Boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see —
Then he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was a long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red –
That lead
Was as weighty
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England —
So he stood in his shoes
And he wonder'd,
He wonder'd,
He stood in his shoes
And he wonder'd. »
And a naught Boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see —
Then he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was a long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red –
That lead
Was as weighty
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England —
So he stood in his shoes
And he wonder'd,
He wonder'd,
He stood in his shoes
And he wonder'd. »