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LL night long and every night,
When my mamma puts out the light,

 

I see the people marching by,
As plain as day, before my eye.

Armies and emperors and kings,
All carrying different kinds of things,
And marching in so grand a way,

You never saw the like by day.

So fine a show was never seen,
At the great circus on the green ;
For every kind of beast and man

Is marching in that caravan.