Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Smoking pot and getting high
He took a large Puff
In a voice that was gruff
He said " what a good boy am I"
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Go to sleep
Go to sleep Go to sleep On your pillow your head lies Go to sleep Go to sleep Dream while the night passes by Rest your head Upon your...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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