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Who's that a-knocking at my door?
Cried the fair young maiden.
Who's that a-knocking at my door?
Cried the fair young maiden.

It's me, myself, and nobody else!
Cried Rollicking Bill the Sailor.
It's me, myself, and nobody else!
Cried Rollicking Bill the Sailor.

I'll come down and let you in,
Cried the fair young maiden.
I'll come down and let you in,
Cried the fair young maiden.

I need a place for me to sleep,
Cried Rollicking Bill the Sailor.
I need a place for me to sleep,
Cried Rollicking Bill the Sailor.

But we have only one bed!
Cried the fair young maiden.
But we have only one bed!
Cried the fair young maiden.
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