I met an old man at Stow-on-the-Wold,
Who shook and shivered as though with cold.
And he said to me: "Six sons I had,
And each was a tall and a lively lad.
But all of them went to France with the guns,
They went together, my six tall sons.
Six sons I had, six sons I had
And each was a tall and a lively lad."
Who shook and shivered as though with cold.
And he said to me: "Six sons I had,
And each was a tall and a lively lad.
But all of them went to France with the guns,
They went together, my six tall sons.
Six sons I had, six sons I had
And each was a tall and a lively lad."
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