Ladies and gentlemen, this is a song about an old man.
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He had a cow.
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He had but one cow, and the cow died.
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He loved the cow better than his own child.
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When the cow died, getting grieved by the cow was going no milk and butter.
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At home.
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So, here come this song.
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If you mourn for Dickie, I'll tell you right now
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He was an old man and he had but one cow
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Over hedges and ditches and fields he had plowed
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He ran for his life just to get to his cow
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Oh, wicked, wicked Dickie done died
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Oh, wicked Dickie done died
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If you mourn for Dickie, I'll tell you right now
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He was an old man and he had but one cow
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Over hedges and ditches and fields he had plowed
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He ran for his life just to get to his cow
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Oh, wicked Dickie done died
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Oh, wicked Dickie done died
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When the old man heard that his cow she was dead
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over hedges and ditches you see he had fled
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Over hedges and ditches and fields that were mown
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he ran for his life just to get to his own
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Oh, wicked Dickie done died
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Oh, wicked Dickie done died
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Now I sit down and I eat my dried meal
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but I have no milk what to put in my pail
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I have no butter to sop with my bread
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now old wicked Dickie is dead
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Oh, wicked Dickie done died
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Oh, wicked Dickie done died
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If you mourn for Dickie, I'll tell you right now
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He was an old man and he had but one cow
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Over hedges and ditches and fields he had plowed
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He ran for his life just to get to his cow
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Wicked Dickie
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| Rasputina |
