robin williamson - hunting the wren lyrics
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where are you going
says mildor to moldor
where are you going
says jack in the can
where are you going
says bob the red nose
where are you going
says everyone
hunting the wren
with bows and with arrows
how will you cook him
baked boild and roasted
we’ll come to the dinner
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