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This is a traditional hunting song of Tookland.
I hunt all day midst the curing hay,
And I'll sing you a Hey!
I'll sit all morn 'midst the ripening corn,
I'll bravely go through the blowing snow,
I'll lie and watch in the garden patch
For music, click here: Coney Pie
[A/N Please remember that this music is protected by copyright law.]
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