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  1. Diran

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    Oh Liza poor girl Oh Liza Jane Oh Liza poor girl She died on the train. I went up on the mountain To give my horn a blow And every girl in the countryside Said yonder comes my beau. When I was a little boy I liked to go in swimming Now I am a bigger boy I like to go with women. I wish I had a candy box To put my sweetheart in I’d take her out.

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