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There we set by a table Giving money to the poor So consequently We got poorer While the rich still wanted more A lover set by a river With his young fresh maid But then she rose She rose and left him For someone who is not the same Oh, you're not the same When he was so much younger She give him all the love she could Not the young man, its his mother What would then she do but good Oh, what a mamma Oh, Oh, ... And think about What Janus said Don't beat so on the horses Don't beat so on the horses Don't beat so on the horses Don't you a be a wailin' down on the horses (Schade/Williams)