Tired, tired, tired
Oh! The master,
Thou art tired.
Of the roots,
Or the shoots,
Or of the fruits?
How come, I know of
Your intentions,
Please;
Free me,
From thou roots.
Oh! The master,
Thou art tired.
Of the roots,
Or the shoots,
Or of the fruits?
How come, I know of
Your intentions,
Please;
Free me,
From thou roots.
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