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May 2010
in a big straw cottage there lived an irish pig
he loved to play a fiddle and do an irish jig
he would dance all day as happy as can be
while playing on his fiddle an irish melody
people came see to him and listen to him play
and watched the little pig as he danced away
then when he got tired he took a rest and then
underneath the moon he would play and dance again
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william worthless
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