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The Huntsmen

 Three jolly gentlemen, 
In coats of red, 
Rode their horses 
Up to bed. 

Three jolly gentlemen 
Snored till morn, 
Their horses champing 
The golden corn. 

Three jolly gentlemen 
At break of day, 
Came clitter-clatter down the stairs 
And galloped away. 

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