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O! I wish the sun was bright in the sky, And the fox was back in his den, O! For always I'm hearing the passing by Of the terrible robber men, O! The terrible robber men. O! what does the fox carry over the rye When it's bright in the morn again, O! And what is it making the lonesome cry With the terrible robber men, O! The terrible robber men. O! I wish the sun was bright in the sky, And the fox was back in his den, O! For always I'm hearing the passing by Of the terrible robber men, O! The terrible robber men. |