We’re all jolly boys, and we're coming with a noise,
Our stockings shall be made
Of the finest silk,
And our tails shall trail the ground.
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We’re all jolly boys, and we're coming with a noise, Our stockings shall be made Of the finest silk, And our tails shall trail the ground. | |||||||||||