| There was a pretty young lady, pretty lady named Bright
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| My God she travelled so much faster, so much faster than light
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| And when she set out one day
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| In a relative way
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| Was gone and came back, and came back the previous night
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| There was a spunky young man, a brave fellow from Lyme
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| My God he married three wives, oh three wives at a time
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| When asked «why a third?»
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| He replied «one's absurd!
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| And bigamy, sir, is a terrible crime!»
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| Two wives at a time?
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| What a terrible crime!
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| Come with me — We’ll follow you!
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| Down to Limerick Town, going round and round
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| Come with me — We’ll follow you!
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| Where you’ll find a rhyme from another time
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| Come with me — We’ll follow you!
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| Do the limerick style from the Emerald Isle
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| Come with me — We’ll follow you!
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| Five lines in your hand
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| Send you round the bend
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| There was a fearless young lady, fearless lady from Riga
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| And she smiled as she rode, as she rode on a tiger
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| They came back from the ride
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| With the lady inside
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| And a fairly broad smile on the face of the tiger
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| There was a clever young canner, exceedingly canny
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| And one morning he remarked, he remarked to his granny
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| A canner can can
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| Anything that he can
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| But a canner can’t can a can. |
| Can he?
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| Exceedingly canny
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| He remarked to his granny:
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| Come with me — We’ll follow you!
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| Down to Limerick City, where the words are gritty
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| Come with me — We’ll follow you!
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| Where you’ll find a rhyme from another time
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| Come with me — We’ll follow you!
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| Do the limerick style from the Emerald Isle
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| Come with me — We’ll follow you!
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| Five lines in your hand
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| Send you round the bend
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| «What's a limerick, mother?»
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| «It's a form of verse», said brother
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| «In which lines one and two
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| Rhyme with five when it’s through
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| And three and four rhyme with each other»
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| Come with me — We’ll follow you!
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| Down to Limerick Town, going round and round
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| Come with me — We’ll follow you!
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| Down to Limerick City, where the words are gritty
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| Come with me — We’ll follow you!
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| Do the limerick style from the Emerald Isle
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| Come with me — We’ll follow you!
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| Send you round the bend |