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  she has her floor swept
 * Or her dishes done,

Any day you'll find her
 * A-sunning in the sun!

It's long after midnight
 * Her key's in the lock,

And you never see her chimney smoke
 * Till past ten o'clock!

She digs in her garden
 * With a shovel and a spoon,

She weeds her lazy lettuce
 * By the light of the moon.

She walks up the walk
 * Like a woman in a dream,

She forgets she borrowed butter
 * And pays you back cream!

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