| Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
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| And on this farm there was a chick
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| The prettiest chick I know
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| With a little curve here and a little curve there
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| This chick she had curves everywhere
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| Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
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| And, oh, this chick she had to walk, E-I-E-I-O
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| And how this walk would drive 'em wild swinging to and 'fro
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| With a little wiggle here and a little wiggle there
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| Man, this chick had wiggles to spare
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| Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
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| When she went walking into town, E-I-E-I-O
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| The local gentry popped their eyes
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| Tarnation, what a show
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| With a goldang here and a goshdarn there
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| Heavens to Betsy I do declare
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| OlD MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
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| There was a barn dance Saturday night, E-I-E-I-O
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| And the fellows came from miles around
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| Just to see her dosey-do
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| With a promenade here and a promenade there
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| At a square dance, boy, this chick was no square
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| Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
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| I used to be a traveling man, E-I-E-I-O
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| Until I hit MacDonald’s place
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| Things were mighty slow
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| With a little chick here and a little chick there
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| I didn’t have a real chick anywhere
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| Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
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| This farmer’s daughter knocked me out, E-I-E-I-O
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| I asked MacDonald for her hand
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| And, pop, he hollered «go!»
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| With a little curve here and a little wiggle there
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| A goldang here and a goshdarn there
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| A dosey-do here and a promenade there
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| Got my own private county fair
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| 'Cause old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O |