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Shoemaker's Children
the chickens have come home to roost
the cows have come home too
& that old fat lady's singing
so now what you wanna do
i'm going up north for a little while to cool my boiling blood
but i'll be home before too long
'bout an hour before the flood
the crows have passed their judgement
there's nary a rat to be seen
& the people swarm the city to grab one last glimmer of green
make way for the shoemaker's children
here they come marching down your street
ten million strong they limping slong on their bare & broken feet
they've built themselves a ship of fools to float for eternity's sake
they've hired a band to remind them of land
& strew flowers in their wake
oh say that you in a little canoe
will paddle with me my whole life through
oh say that you in a little canoe
will paddle with me my whole life through
oh plant me now by an old willow tree in a garden on avenue
B
but be sure to dig me later
by the edge of some salty old sea
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