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In a lavish home full of fine foods and items, the little boy gets stuck in the cream pot

Upstairs Downstairs

Upstairs, downstairs, upon my lady’s window,
There I saw a cup of sack and a race of ginger,
Apples at the fire and nuts to crack,
And a little boy in the cream pot up to his neck.


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