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    Now among Lord Arlen's merry men was one who wished no ill
    nd the bravest lad among the crew blew his horn so loud and shrill
    Blew his horn so loud and shrill

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      there's this invention: called an "umbrella"


      where does that word come from anyway?

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        What's this, what's this cried Mattie Groves, what's this that I do hear
        It must be Lord Arlen's merry men, the ones that I do fear
        The ones that I do fear

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          Lie down, lie down little Mattie Groves and keep my back from cold
          It's only Lord Arlen's merry men calling the sheep to fold
          Calling the sheep to fold

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            anyway. reptles don't fear the rain do they? can they get soaked?

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              Little Mattie Groves he did lie down, he took a nap asleep
              And when he awoke Lord Arlen was standing at his feet
              A-standin at his feet

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                How now, how now, my bully boy, how do you like my sheets?
                And how do you like your fair young bride who lies in your arms asleep?
                Who lies in your arms asleep?

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                  Rise up, rise up little Mattie Groves as fast as e'er ye can
                  In England it shall ne'er be said that I slew a sleepin man
                  I slew a sleepin man

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                    Now the first to struck little Mattie struck, he hurt Lord Arlen sore
                    But the next to stroke Lord Arlen struck little Mattie struck no more
                    Little Mattie struck no more

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                      How now, how now my fair young bride, draw on your pretty clothes
                      Now tell me do you like me best, or like your Mattie Groves
                      Or the dying Mattie Groves

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