"WELCOME, Sir Cat," said the dusty miller. "Sit down and tell me the news. " But just then a sweet voice commenced to sing:
Down in the village all the long day Mother's been toiling the hours away; While up in the tree-top beneath the blue sky Baby has rocked to the wind's lullaby.
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