Oh, knees up, Mother Brown,
Knees up, Mother Brown.
Come along, dearie, let it go,
Ee-I-Ee-I-Ee-I-O.
It's your blooming birthday,
Let's wake up all the town,
So, knees up, knees up,
Don't get the breeze up,
Knees up, Mother Brown.
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