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I stood on that busy street
And I rattled out some tunes
On my tap dancing clogs
And a pair of soup 
spoon
I rattled out some fast songs
And I rattled out some slow
I rattled out bonny songs 
As I thought folk might know
And I placed my cloth cap
There between my feet
And folk threw their money in 
And filled it up a treat
And a lass fro the baker’s shop
Brought me a fresh balm cake
Full of meat and tart sauces 
That the baker do make
I tapped her a few steps 
Went down on one knee
Saying oh my bonny lass
If only I were free
And she dropped me a curtsy
Flounced back across the square
Gracing that town street 
By just being there
Then paddy kelly came and caught me
And marched me to a cold cell
But he let me keep my money
So I did very very well
And I went to the ale house
When he let me out
And I celebrated my freedom
With a glass of cold stout
Then I walked down the road
Rattling out a song
And doing a quick tap dance 
As I marched along

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