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Pastorale
The sheepherder lay in the tall, tall grass
And his favorite dog lay close to his ass
Through a hole in his worn blue overalls
A toothless yew was licking his balls
A magpie sit on a fence close by
And watched the proceedings with wistful eye
The gun went off and the old yew quit
The dog barked and the magpie shit.
- [members of the Norman Luboff Choir]
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The Earthy Side
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