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Oh, the grand old Duke of York,
He
had ten thousand men,
He marched them up to the top of the hill,
And he marched them down again.
And when they were up
They were up,
And when they were down
They were down
And they were only half-way up,
They were neither up nor down.
...they beat their drums...
...they waved their flags...
...they played their pipes... .
..they fired their guns... |
