My father left me an acre of land
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Ivy, sing ivy
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Between salt water and salt sea sand
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And a bunch of green holly and ivy
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I plowed it all under with an old rams horn
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I sowed it all over with nettles and corn
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I scythed it well with the brim of my hat
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I carted it to mill with a team of great rats
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I stored it well in the wee pigs sty
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With all these riches, what'll I buy?
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Ivy, Sing Ivy
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| Robin Williamson |
