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  • Freckles was his name
    He always used to get the blame
    For every broken window pane
    And how they'd yank him
    They'd always spank him
    In school, he'd tease the girls
    He always used to pull their curls
    The way that boy would carry on
    It was a shame
    And when the teacher found a tack on her chair
    Though a hundred children were there
    Everybody said, "Freckles"
    He always got the blame
    Freckles was his name
    He always used to get the blame
    For every broken window pane
    In school, he'd tease the girls
    He always used to pull their curls
    The way that boy would carry on
    It was a shame
    And when the cat had kittens up in the hay
    One was black and seven were gray
    Everybody said, "Freckles"
    He always got the blame
    And though his marks were lower
    Then the kids much slower
    His marks were perfect
    With the old bean blower
    Freckles was his name
    He always used to get the blame
    For every broken window pane
    In school, he'd tease the girls
    He always used to pull their curls
    The way that boy would carry on
    It was a shame
  • Freckles was his name
    He always used to get the blame
    For every broken window pane
    And how they'd yank him
    They'd always spank him
    In school, he'd tease the girls
    He always used to pull their curls
    The way that boy would carry on
    It was a shame
    And when the teacher found a tack on her chair
    Though a hundred children were there
    Everybody said, "Freckles"
    He always got the blame
    Freckles was his name
    He always used to get the blame
    For every broken window pane
    In school, he'd tease the girls
    He always used to pull their curls
    The way that boy would carry on
    It was a shame
    And when the cat had kittens up in the hay
    One was black and seven were gray
    Everybody said, "Freckles"
    He always got the blame
    And though his marks were lower
    Then the kids much slower
    His marks were perfect
    With the old bean blower
    Freckles was his name
    He always used to get the blame
    For every broken window pane
    In school, he'd tease the girls
    He always used to pull their curls
    The way that boy would carry on
    It was a shame