adam had an apple
harry had a horse
they sailed down the river
but drifted off course
they came to a city
paved with gold
with the treasures of the earth
but they had all been sold
they woke up in the morning
it was only a dream
they washed their hands
in a muddy stream
i was born in april
and hanged in may
bad companions
led me astray
all you rounders
listen to my tale
steal an apple from a tree
but don’t rob the mail
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