'Tis all the way to Toe-town,
Beyond the Knee-high hill,
That Baby has to travel down
To see the soldiers drill.
One, two, three, four, five, a-row-
A captain and his men-
And on the other side, you know,
Are six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
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