With a ho double hoop shaw
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Riggle laba dope and the
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Doodle and the daddle
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And the puff of my smoke
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And the heaping and the huffing
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And the chicken and the choking
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And the pickle up a doodle
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In the middle of the day
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Did you ever hear the story
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Of Belinda Onlyque
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She was courted by the devil
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And she didn’t know what to do
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He came a-courting
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Every evening
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With a ho double hoop shaw
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Riggle laba dope and the
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Doodle and the daddle
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And the puff of my smoke
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And the heaping and the huffing
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And the chicken and the choking
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And the pickle up a doodle
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In the middle of the day
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So Belinda got to thinking
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She would be the devil’s wife
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It was better that than being
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An old maid all her life
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He came a-courting
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Every evening
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With a ho double hoop shaw
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Riggle laba dope and the
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Doodle and the daddle
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And the puff of my smoke
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And the heaping and the huffing
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And the chicken and the choking
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And the pickle up a doodle
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In the middle of the day
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So Belinda told the devil
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Sir, if I should marry you
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Would you treat me like the devil
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Or like better husbands do
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He came a-courting
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Every evening
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With a ho double hoop shaw
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Riggle laba dope and the
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Doodle and the daddle
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And the puff of my smoke
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And the heaping and the huffing
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And the chicken and the choking
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And the pickle up a doodle
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In the middle of the day
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So the devil told Belinda
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Now I’ll fetch a load of bricks
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And I’ll build for you, a mansion
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Right upon that fiddle sticks
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He came a-courting
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Every evening
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With a ho double hoop shaw
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Riggle laba dope and the
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Doodle and the daddle
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And the puff of my smoke
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And the heaping and the huffing
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And the chicken and the choking
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And the pickle up a doodle
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In the middle of the day
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So the devil took Belinda and
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He claimed her with a kiss
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And no one has ever seen her
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From that fatal day to this
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He came a-courting
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Every evening
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With a ho double hoop shaw
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Riggle laba dope and the
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Doodle and the daddle
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And the puff of my smoke
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And the heaping and the huffing
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And the chicken and the choking
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And the pickle up a doodle
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In the middle of the day
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Now they say that she would
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Still be living as the devil’s wife
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For he spends his time
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Far away from marriage strife
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But he won’t come
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Courting in the evening
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He came a-courting
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Every evening
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With a ho double hoop shaw
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Riggle laba dope and the
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Doodle and the daddle
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And the puff of my smoke
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And the heaping and the huffing
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And the chicken and the choking
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And the pickle up a doodle
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In the middle of the day
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Pickle up a doodle
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In the middle of the day |