The Story Of Cruel Frederick

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[Verse 1]

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This is cruel Frederick Frederick see
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A horrid wicked boy was he
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He caught the flies the poor little things
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And tore off all their tiny wings
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He threw the kittens down the stairs

He broke all the chairs
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And ah far worse than all beside
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He beat his Mary 'til she cried
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'Til she cried

[Verse 2]

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The trough was full a dog called Tray
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Went out to drink one sultry day
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Well he had scarcely wet his lip
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When cruel Fred snatched up a whip

He whipped poor Tray 'til he was sore
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And then he whipped him more and more
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At this poor Tray grew very red
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And he bit Fred
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And he bit Fred
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'Til he bled
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'Til he bled

[Verse 3]

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Well then you should have been by
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To see how Fred did scream and cry
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He had to go go to bed

His leg was very sore and red
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The doctor came and shook his head
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Fred
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Fred
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Fred
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He was dead
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He was dead
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He was dead
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He was dead

[Outro]

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Dead
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Dead
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Dead
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Fred Was Dead