Charlie's neat, Charlie's sweet
Charlie he's a dandy
Charlie he's the very lad
Who stole my stocking candy

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Over the river to feed my sheep
Over the river Charlie
Over the river to feed my sheep
And measure up my barley

My pretty little pink
I once did think
I never could do without you
Since I lost all hopes of you
I care very little about you

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Your weevily wheat ain't fit to eat
Neither do I want your barley
I'll take a little of the best you've got
To make a cake for Charlie

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I wish I had some sticks and stones
To build my chimney higher
'Cause every time it rains and snows
It Blows out all my fire

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