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Will you come with me this morning to yon blue mountain free,
Where the blossom smells the sweetest, come ride along with me.
So early in the morning, when I am by your side,
We’ll jump into the wagon and all take a ride.
Chorus:
Wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon and we’ll all take a ride.
The Queen goes to the theatre in a gleaming black Rolls Royce.
She’d sooner ride a wagon, but queens don’t get much choice.
So she waits until her holidays to do her favourite things,
And then she rides a wagon and this is what she sings.
