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Nursery Rhyme :
Ma da's the lord mayor of London,
He cleans the lavies at night,
And when he comes home in the morning,
His boots are all covered in sh***
(Chorus)
Shine up your buttons wi brassal,
Its only tuppins a tin,
You get it fae wollies for nothin,
Provided theres nobody in.
Some say he died of a fever,
Some say he died of a fright,
But only me and ma ma know,
That he died in the need of a sh***
(chorus)
Shine up your buttons wi brassal,
Its only tuppins a tin,
You get it fae wollies for nothin,
Provided theres nobody in.
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