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Lyrics for 'The Whistler' by 'Jethro Tull'
I'll Buy You Six Bay Mares To Put In Your Stable ---
Six Golden Apples Bought With My Pay.
I Am The First Piper Who Calls The Sweet Tune,
But I Must Be Gone By The Seventh Day.
So Come On, I'm The Whistler.
I Have A Fife And A Drum To Play.
Get Ready For The Whistler.
I Whistle Along On The Seventh Day ---
Whistle Along On The Seventh Day.
All Kinds Of Sadness I've Left Behind Me.
Many's The Day When I Have Done Wrong.
But I'll Be Yours For Ever And Ever.
Climb In The Saddle And Whistle Along.
So Come On, I'm The Whistler.
I Have A Fife And A Drum To Play.
Get Ready For The Whistler.
I Whistle Along On The Seventh Day ---
Whistle Along On The Seventh Day.
Deep Red Are The Sun-sets In Mystical Places.
Black Are The Nights On Summer-day Sands.
We'll Find The Speck Of Truth In Each Riddle.
Hold The First Grain Of Love In Our Hands.
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