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Claimed the middle of my bed Came a-begging for morning milk No matter the situation Whatever my condition Claimed the middle of my bed Came
at the muddy bank But all I do is slide I keep a-begging of her to love me But just to be denied. Well, somerbodies gonna get wet Somebodies gonna drown It
you, crying like I used to do Crawlin' on my hands and knees It'll be me not on the phone, a-begging let me come back home And when your phone don't
said drown him And the other said hang him high For whoever will stick to Barleygrain a-begging that he will die They put poor Barley into a sack
see Living Double Fantasy I'm a'begging and a'pleading Ya best believing Living easy ain't half bad Let's go to Bora Bora Girl you know that I adore
There was once an old woman, but thou hast surely seen an old woman go a-begging before now? This woman begged likewise, and when she got anything
seen him the same as I. Now all the men in Derby came a-begging for his eyes, To pound up and down the Derby streets for they were of a football's size.
and the other sad: hang him high for whoever will stick to Barleycorn a-begging he will die they put poor Barley into a sack an a cold an rainy day and took him
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