There was an old man who lived in a wood
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As you can plainly see
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He said he could do as much work in a day
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As his wife could do in three
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With all my heart the woman she said
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If that¡¯s what you will allow
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Tomorrow you¡¯ll stay at home in my stead
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And I go drive the plough
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But you must milk our Tidy the cow
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For fear she will go dry
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You must feed the littlest pigs
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That are within the sty
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And you must mind the speckled hen
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For fear she¡¯ll lay away
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And then you must reel the spool of yarn
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That I spun yesterday
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The woman she took up her staff in her hand
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And she went to drive the plough
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The old man took up a pale in his hand
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And he went to milk the cow
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But Tidy hinched and Tidy flinched
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And Tidy broke his nose
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And Tidy she gave to him such a big blow
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The poor man took to his toes
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Hi Tidy home Tidy
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Tidy thou stand still
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If ever I¡¯m ill be tidy again,
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Be sore against my will
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He went to feed the little pigs
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That were within the sty
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He hit his big head upon a thick beam
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And he made his red blood fly
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He went to find the speckledy hen
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For fear she¡¯d lay astray
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Forgot to reel the spool of yarn
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His wife spun yesterday
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He swore by the sun, the moon, the stars,
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The green leaves on the tree
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If his wife didn¡¯t do a days work in her life
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She won¡¯t be ruled by he
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There was an old man who lived in a wood
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As you can plainly see
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He said he could do as much work in a day
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As his wife could do in three
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With all my heart the woman she said
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If that¡¯s what you will allow
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Tomorrow you¡¯ll stay at home in my stead
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And I go drive the plough
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The Old Man
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Kate Rusby |