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Ever seen a blind man cross the road?
trying to make the other side
Ever seen a young girl growing old?
trying to make herself a bride
So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you
Once I was a young man
And all I thought I had to do was smile
well You are still a young girl
And you've bourne everything in style
So once you think you're in you're out
'Cause you don't mean a single thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you
Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
And drink a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake 'em all in a pie
They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you
They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

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Ever seen a blind man cross the road? 
trying to make the other side 
Ever seen a young girl growing old? 
trying to make herself a bride 
So what becomes of you my love 
When they have finally stripped you of 
The handbags and the gladrags 
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you 
Once I was a young man 
And all I thought I had to do was smile 
well You are still a young girl 
And you've bourne everything in style 
So once you think you're in you're out 
'Cause you don't mean a single thing without 
The handbags and the gladrags 
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you 
Sing a song of six-pence for your sake 
And drink a bottle full of rye 
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake 
And bake 'em all in a pie 
They told me you missed school today 
So what I suggest you just throw them all away 
The handbags and the gladrags 
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you 
They told me you missed school today 
So what I suggest you just throw them all away 
The handbags and the gladrags 
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

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