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Leander was a gentry lad, Who’d never worked a day, He roamed the pubs of Oatbarton, And fed his pony hay. The postal lass from Delving said, “You’re looking rather bored! Come ride with me for half the day, And you’ll get just reward!”
Oh, the postal lass from Delving, Who works the world to see She’ll take your arm and sweetly say, “Come! You’re the lad for me!” |
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