Lyrics:
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Of all the birds that ever I see,
The Owl is the fairest in her degree,
For all the day long she sits in a tree,
And when the night comes, away flies she,
Te whit, te who, to whom drinks thou?
Sir knave to thou,
This song is well sung, I make you a vow,
And he is a knave that drinketh now.
Nose, nose, jolly red nose,
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Cinamon, Ginger, Nutmeg, and cloves,
And that gave thee thy jolly red nose.
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