Tom, he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young,
But all the tunes that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away,
Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my topknot off!"
Tom, he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young,
But all the tunes that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away,
Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my topknot off!"
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