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I've Come From A Land


I've come from a Land that lies over the Seas,
Where the Oysters grow upon Apple trees;
And I've sailed a year without Victuals or Rest,
Trying to find out a Blue-bottle's Nest.

Wonderful Tales of my Journey I tell,
And if you'll believe, it will be just as well.

I'm trying to find a good little Child,
Neither Saucy, nor Lazy, nor Wild
I think I've found one that will do,
And I think the name is Y-O-U you.







 
 


 

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