I'll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable ---
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six golden apples bought with my pay.
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I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune,
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but I must be gone by the seventh day.
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So come on, I'm the whistler.
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I have a fife and a drum to play.
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Get ready for the whistler.
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I whistle along on the seventh day ---
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whistle along on the seventh day.
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All kinds of sadness I've left behind me.
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Many's the day when I have done wrong.
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But I'll be yours for ever and ever.
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Climb in the saddle and whistle along.
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So come on, I'm the whistler.
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I have a fife and a drum to play.
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Get ready for the whistler.
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I whistle along on the seventh day ---
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whistle along on the seventh day.
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Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places.
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Black are the nights on summer-day sands.
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We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle.
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Hold the first grain of love in our hands.
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The Whistler
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| Jethro Tull |
