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'T IS all the way to Toe-town,
—Beyond the Knee-high hill,
That Baby has to travel down
—To see the soldiers drill.

One, two, three, four, five, a-row—
—A captain and his men—
And on the other side, you know,
—Are six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
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