Sevillian lullaby
This little urchin
has no mother;
a gypsy bore it,
threw it into the street.
It has no mother, yes;
it has no mother, no;
it has no mother,
she threw it into the street.
This little boy
has no cradle;
his father's a carpenter
and will make him one.
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