The Trader's Song
Come,you women,children and men,
It's my life to trade!
Buy for twelve dollars,sell for thirteen,
And my profit is made.
Buying,selling,
Always more of my goods displayed,
Buy for fifty dollars and sell for sixty,
And my profit is made!
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