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It rained, it poured, it rained so hard, It rained so hard all day, That all the boys in our school Came out to toss and play. They tossed a ball again so high, Then again, so low; They tossed it into a flower garden Where no-one was allowed to go. Up stepped a gypsy lady, All dressed in yellow and green; "Come in, come in, my pretty little boy, And get your ball again." "I can't come in, I shan't come in Without my playmates all; I'll go to my father and tell him about it, That'll cause tears to fall." She first showed him an apple seed, Then again gold rings, Then she showed him a diamond, That enticed him in. She took him by his lily-white hand, She led him through the hall; She put him in an upper room, Where no-one could hear him call. "Oh, take these finger rings off my finger, Smoke them with your breath; If any of my friends should call for me, Tell them that I'm at rest." "Bury the bible at my head, A testament at my feet; If my dear mother should call for me, Tell her that I'm asleep." "Bury the bible at my feet, A testament at my head; If my dear father should call for me, Tell him that I am dead."