Merry merry cheeks in sun
Whence you come with dirty bun
Kissed by hotter sun remaining dun
Come and bless my sole son
A prince
Make the queen warm and cold
Tell her lies unheard and tales untold
Then burn the skins which seem too old
And coat the cot with lead, gold
Be noble
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