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They weave gold stockings for my lady's feet
(Chatter, chatter, chatter . . .
Chatter, chatter, chatter . . .).
My lady is going to her own true man,
Youth to youth, since the world began,
But she must have stockings on her dainty feet.
Chatter, chatter, chatter . . .
Chatter.
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