Come into the garden, Maud – a song

Come into the garden, Maud,

for the black-backed gull, has flown;

come into the garden, Maud,

I don’t want to be alone.

.

My gull had kept me company,

a bag of chips for one, for two, or threeeee-

come into the garden, Maud,

even though the chips have gone.

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