Small boat out at sea, Joseph sailing freeThrowing pots then hauling in, burning hours till light goes dim Hard came
Oak leaves and acorns around them are strewn A field and a farmer, a late harvest moonAnd thoughts crowding in
O Polly love o Polly, the rout it is begunWe must march away at the beating of the drumGo dress
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