An Onion Seller From Orleans
He came from Orleans with onions red and brown,
All his stews were stuffed with onions,
So fed up with his lot in life and work,
So he retired and said that's shallot I'm off to New Orleans,
All of Orleans cried as they peeled their onions that night.
By Christopher Tye
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