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  Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
 
  Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
 
  How he fell with a roll and a rumble
 
  How he fell with a roll and a rumble
  And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
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  And curled up like [[Lord Olofa Crumple]]
  By the butt of the Magazine Wall,
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  By the butt of the [[Magazine Wall]],
 
         (Chorus) Of the Magazine Wall,
 
         (Chorus) Of the Magazine Wall,
                 Hump, helmet and all?
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                 [[Hump]], helmet and all?
 
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  He was one time our King of the Castle
 
  He was one time our King of the Castle
 
  Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip.
 
  Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip.
 
  And from Green street he'll be sent by order of His Worship
 
  And from Green street he'll be sent by order of His Worship
  To the penal jail of Mountjoy
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  To the penal jail of [[Mountjoy]]
 
         (Chorus) To the jail of Mountjoy!
 
         (Chorus) To the jail of Mountjoy!
 
                 Jail him and joy.
 
                 Jail him and joy.
 
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  He was fafafather of all schemes for to bother us
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  He was [[fafafather]] of all schemes for to bother us
 
  Slow coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populace,
 
  Slow coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populace,
 
  Mare's milk for the sick, seven dry Sundays a week,
 
  Mare's milk for the sick, seven dry Sundays a week,
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         (Chorus) And religious reform,
 
         (Chorus) And religious reform,
 
                 Hideous in form.
 
                 Hideous in form.
 
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  Arrah, why, says you, couldn't he manage it?
 
  Arrah, why, says you, couldn't he manage it?
 
  I'll go bail, my fine dairyman darling,
 
  I'll go bail, my fine dairyman darling,
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         (Chorus) His butter is in his horns.
 
         (Chorus) His butter is in his horns.
 
                 Butter his horns!
 
                 Butter his horns!
 
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  (Repeat) Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that shirt
 
  (Repeat) Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that shirt
 
                                                       [on ye,
 
                                                       [on ye,
 
  Rhyme the rann, the king of all ranns!
 
  Rhyme the rann, the king of all ranns!
 
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                 <I>Balbaccio, balbuccio!</I>;
 
                 <I>Balbaccio, balbuccio!</I>;
 
  We had chaw chaw chops, chairs, chewing gum, the chicken-
 
  We had chaw chaw chops, chairs, chewing gum, the chicken-
 
                                   [pox and china chambers
 
                                   [pox and china chambers
 
  Universally provided by this soffsoaping salesman.
 
  Universally provided by this soffsoaping salesman.

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Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall,
       (Chorus) Of the Magazine Wall,
                Hump, helmet and all?

He was one time our King of the Castle
Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip.
And from Green street he'll be sent by order of His Worship
To the penal jail of Mountjoy
       (Chorus) To the jail of Mountjoy!
                Jail him and joy.

He was fafafather of all schemes for to bother us
Slow coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populace,
Mare's milk for the sick, seven dry Sundays a week,
Openair love and religion's reform,
       (Chorus) And religious reform,
                Hideous in form.

Arrah, why, says you, couldn't he manage it?
I'll go bail, my fine dairyman darling,
Like the bumping bull of the Cassidys
All your butter is in your horns.
       (Chorus) His butter is in his horns.
                Butter his horns!

(Repeat) Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that shirt
                                                      [on ye,
Rhyme the rann, the king of all ranns!

               Balbaccio, balbuccio!;
We had chaw chaw chops, chairs, chewing gum, the chicken-
                                  [pox and china chambers
Universally provided by this soffsoaping salesman.