| Hangin' Tree |
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Would you like our way home
I bleed my own
Round the hangin tree
Swayin in the breeze
In the summer sun
As we two are one
Swayin
Can you see under my thumb
There you are
Round the hangin tree
Swing in the breeze
In the summer sun
As we two are one
Swing |
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