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Eliza Lee Follen >> Little Songs
Hen. Cock, cock, cock, cock,
I've laid an egg;
Am I to gang ba-are-foot?
Cock. Hen, hen, hen, hen,
I've been up and down,
To every shop in town,
And cannot find a shoe
To fit your foot,
If I'd crow my hea-art out.
[To be said very quickly, except the last two words in
each verse, which are to be "screamed" out.]