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Up above the village roofs the white road climbs away; There among its maple trees the church stands cool and gray, And the Dead Folk all around have houses still and sweet. -- But I -- I go a-peddling on the dusty village street.
Uphill, downhill, rain and sunny weather: Right foot, left foot, (faith, it's hard on leather)! Dolls and balls and kites and chains, knives and knick-knacks -- oh, I'm the crazy peddlerman that all the children know!