Topply Tilts, he walked on stilts
Little billy boatman, put out to sea;
I'll give ...
There we fed on frozen dew,
And strawberries wild, ...
'Her Face Is Toward the West,
the Purple Land'
Four Little Lasses Took Me to the Fair
The Showman Said, 'I Must Weep and Wail,
For Who ...
Topply Tilts, He Walked On Stilts,
and the Folk ...
Playing the Violin
O Passing Angel, Speed Me with a Song
I Watched and Waited Still
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