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They're cutting my curly hair on Holy Saturday
Song
1. On Great Saturday they cut my curly hair, ; In Bohemia they saddle my little pony. ; ; 2. If I sit on the broad back of my little pony, ; It will take me to the great Bohemia. ; ; 3. From there I write my baby a mournful letter, ; Even if her heart is made of stone, oh, hair, it will crack.