Jake Thackray - Molly Metcalfe

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Old Molly Metcalfe counting sheep
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Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
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Up upon Swaledale steep and bleak
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Yan tan tether mether pip she said.

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Grow little sheep come hail come snow
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Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
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Fine warm wool for a gentleman's shoulderblades
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Yan tan tether mether pip she said.

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Over the heather when the weather is cold
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Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
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Stiff Molly Metcalfe goes bow-leggedly
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Yan tan tether mether pip she said.

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Grow little sheep, come hail come rain
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Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
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Fine warm wool for a lady's counterpane,
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Yan tan tether mether pip she said.

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On her back in the bracken with frozen bones
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Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
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Daft Molly Metcalfe sings alone
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Yan tan tether mether pip she said.

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Grow little sheep, come death come dark
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Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
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No such wool for Old Molly Metcalfe,
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Yan tan tether mether pip she said.