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On,the grand old Duke forYork,
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 down they were down,
And when they were only half-way up
They were neither up nor down. ...They
beat their drums... ...They
waved their flags... ...They
fired their guns... |
