The king of China's daughter
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So beautiful to see
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With a face like yellow water
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Left her nutmeg tree
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Her little rope for skipping
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She kissed and gave it me
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Made of painted notes of singing-birds
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Among the fields of tea
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I skipped across the nutmeg grove
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I skipped across the sea
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But neither sun or moon, my dear
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Has yet caught me
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The King Of China's Daughter
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| Natalie Merchant |
