| A soul cake, a soul cake,
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| Please, good missus, a soul cake,
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| An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry,
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| Any good thing to make us all merry.
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| A soul cake, a soul cake,
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| Please, good missus, a soul cake,
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| One for Peter, two for Paul,
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| And three for Him that made us all.
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| God bless the master of this house
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| And the mistress also,
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| And all the little children
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| That round your table grow;
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| The cattle in your stable,
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| The dogs at your front door,
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| And all that dwell within your gates
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| We’ll wish you ten times more.
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| A soul cake, a soul cake:
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| Go down into the cellar
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| And see what you can fi nd;
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| If the barrels are not empty
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| We’ll hope that you’ll be kind;
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| We’ll hope that you’ll be kind
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| With your apple and your pear,
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| And we’ll come no more a-soulin'
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| Till Christmas time next year.
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| A soul cake, a soul cake:
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| The streets are very dirty,
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| Me shoes are very thin,
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| I have a little pocket
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| To put a penny in;
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| If you haven’t got a penny
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| A ha’penny will do;
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| If you haven’t got a ha’penny
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| God bless you.
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| A soul cake, a soul cake:
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| Lyrics: Soul Cake, Sting |