The kings went up, the kings went down,

Trying to match King Salomon’s crown;

But Salomon brought the sunset

To hang on his Temple wall;

He rolled it up like a crimson cloth,

So his was better than all.

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Chorus: Salomon gat the sunset,

Salomon gat the sunset;

He carried it like a crimson cloth

To hang on his Temple wall.

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BLIND MOONE OF LONDON

BLIND Moone of London

He fiddled up and down,

Thrice for an angel,

And twice for a crown.

He fiddled at the Green Man,

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