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The Basket of Oysters  

As I was a-walking down a London street,
A pretty little oyster girl I chanced to meet,
I lifted up her basket and boldly I did peek,
Just to see if she'd got any oysters.

"Oh, oyster4s, oh, oysters, oh, oysters," said she,
"They are the finest oysters that ever you did see,
I sells them for a penny, but I'll give you one for free,
For I see you're a lover of oysters."

"Oh, landlord, oh, landlord, oh, landlord," said Id,
"Have you got alittle room that is empty and nearby,
Where me and this pretty little oyster girl may lie,
While we bargain for a basket oysters?"

Now, we hadn't been upstairs for a half an hour or more,
When that pretty little oyster girl she tiptoes to the door,
She picked both my pockets and then down the stairs she tore,
And she left with her basket of oysters.

"Oh, landlord, oh, landlord, oh, landlord," I cried,
"Did you see the little oyster girl a-drinking by my side?
She picked both my pockets." But the landlord just replied,
"Agh, you shouldn't be so fond of your oysters."

Now all you brisk young men who must spend your days aloft,
If you meet a little oyster girl and her apron she would doff,
Sew the pockets of your britches ere you start to take time off,
Or you'll never get a taste of her oysters.


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