The Land of
Here’s a poor widow from Babylon,
With six poor children all alone;
One can bake and one can brew,
One can shape and one can sew,
One can sit by the fire and spin,
One can bake a cake for a king.
Come choose you East, come choose you West,
Come choose you the one that you love the best.
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