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by Unknown

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By this, the torches was played out,

And me and Isrul Parr

Went off for some wood to a sheepfold

That he said was somewhar thar.

We found it at last, and a little shed

Where they shut up the lambs at night,

We looked in and seen them huddled thar,

So warm and sleepy and white;

And thar sot Little Breeches and chirped,