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Here we go round the mulberry bush,
the mulberry bush,
the mulberry bush,
Here we go round the mulberry bush,
All on a frosty morning.

This is the way we clap our hands,
This is the way we clap our hands,
This is the way we clap our hands,
All on a frosty morning.
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