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All night long and every night, / When my mamma puts out the light / I see the people marching by, / As plain as day, before my eye.
Armies and emperors and kings, / All carrying different kinds of things, / And marching in so grand a way, / You never saw the like by day.
So fine a show was never seen / At the great circus on the green; / For every kind beast and man / Is marching in that caravan.
At first they move a little slow, / But still the faster on they go, / And still beside them close I keep / Until we reach the Town of Sleep.