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 And, oh, but we were silly For half an hour or more, Me with my long legs Dragging on the floor,

A-rock-rock-rocking To a mother-goose rhyme! Oh, but we were happy For half an hour's time!

But there was I, a great boy, And what would folks say To hear my mother singing me To sleep all day, In such a daft way?

Men say the winter Was bad that year; Fuel was scarce, And food was dear.

A wind with a wolf's head Howled about our door, And we burned up the chairs And sat upon the floor.