VERSE 1
Sweet Rosie O'Grady, O'Grady
A blacksmith's daughter by birth, by birth
She got tired of living
And wanted to leave this earth, this earth
VERSE 2
So, she swallowed a ruler, ruler
But dying by th inches was hard, was hard
So she went an' laid in th alley
An' there she died by th yard, th yard
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