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I wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep All black from head to foot From climbing in them chimneys And cleaning out that soot With a broom and ladder and pail The darkened walls I scale And far, and high, I see a patch of sky
I'd rather be the gypsy (I'd rather be the gypsy) Who's camped at the edge of town (Camped at the edge of town) The one who has the dancing bear That follows him around And he lifts his big foot up He puts his big foot down And bows, and twirls And dances 'round and 'round
I found I was a cabin boy last night as I did dream Bound upon a magic ship for a land I'd never seen And the moon she filled our sails And the stars they steered out course And on our bow there was a golden horse
The queen eats fruit and candy; the bishop nuts and cheese And when I am a grown man, I'll taste just what I please The honey from the bee, the shellfish from the sea The earth, the wind, a girl, someone to share these things with me
I wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep, etc (I'd rather be the gypsy, etc) (I dreamed I was a cabin boy, etc)