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On the day ere I was born
Underneath the ragged thorn
Three old women hobbled by.

One, she had an empty sack,
One, she had a humpy back,
One, she had a merry eye.

So the day that I was born
Underneath the ragged thorn,
As I lay upon the sack
With my little humpy back
I was christened Merry Eye.
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