| With a ho double hoop shaw
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| Riggle laba dope and the
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| Doodle and the daddle
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| And the puff of my smoke
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| And the heaping and the huffing
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| And the chicken and the choking
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| And the pickle up a doodle
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| In the middle of the day
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| Did you ever hear the story
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| Of Belinda Onlyque
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| She was courted by the devil
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| And she didn’t know what to do
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| He came a-courting
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| Every evening
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| With a ho double hoop shaw
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| Riggle laba dope and the
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| Doodle and the daddle
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| And the puff of my smoke
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| And the heaping and the huffing
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| And the chicken and the choking
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| And the pickle up a doodle
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| In the middle of the day
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| So Belinda got to thinking
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| She would be the devil’s wife
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| It was better that than being
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| An old maid all her life
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| He came a-courting
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| Every evening
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| With a ho double hoop shaw
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| Riggle laba dope and the
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| Doodle and the daddle
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| And the puff of my smoke
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| And the heaping and the huffing
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| And the chicken and the choking
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| And the pickle up a doodle
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| In the middle of the day
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| So Belinda told the devil
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| Sir, if I should marry you
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| Would you treat me like the devil
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| Or like better husbands do
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| He came a-courting
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| Every evening
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| With a ho double hoop shaw
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| Riggle laba dope and the
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| Doodle and the daddle
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| And the puff of my smoke
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| And the heaping and the huffing
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| And the chicken and the choking
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| And the pickle up a doodle
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| In the middle of the day
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| So the devil told Belinda
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| Now I’ll fetch a load of bricks
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| And I’ll build for you, a mansion
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| Right upon that fiddle sticks
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| He came a-courting
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| Every evening
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| With a ho double hoop shaw
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| Riggle laba dope and the
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| Doodle and the daddle
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| And the puff of my smoke
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| And the heaping and the huffing
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| And the chicken and the choking
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| And the pickle up a doodle
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| In the middle of the day
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| So the devil took Belinda and
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| He claimed her with a kiss
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| And no one has ever seen her
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| From that fatal day to this
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| He came a-courting
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| Every evening
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| With a ho double hoop shaw
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| Riggle laba dope and the
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| Doodle and the daddle
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| And the puff of my smoke
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| And the heaping and the huffing
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| And the chicken and the choking
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| And the pickle up a doodle
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| In the middle of the day
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| Now they say that she would
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| Still be living as the devil’s wife
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| For he spends his time
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| Far away from marriage strife
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| But he won’t come
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| Courting in the evening
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| He came a-courting
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| Every evening
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| With a ho double hoop shaw
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| Riggle laba dope and the
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| Doodle and the daddle
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| And the puff of my smoke
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| And the heaping and the huffing
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| And the chicken and the choking
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| And the pickle up a doodle
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| In the middle of the day
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| Pickle up a doodle
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| In the middle of the day |