Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail;
The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail;
She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow;
Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now!
The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail;
She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow;
Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now!
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