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[Verse 1]
Em
This is cruel Frederick Frederick see
Am
A horrid wicked boy was he
Em
He caught the flies the poor little things
Am
And tore off all their tiny wings
Em
He threw the kittens down the stairs
He broke all the chairs
Am
And ah far worse than all beside
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He beat his Mary 'til she cried
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'Til she cried
[Verse 2]
Em
The trough was full a dog called Tray
Am
Went out to drink one sultry day
Em
Well he had scarcely wet his lip
Am
When cruel Fred snatched up a whip
He whipped poor Tray 'til he was sore
Em
And then he whipped him more and more
Am
At this poor Tray grew very red
Am
And he bit Fred
Am
And he bit Fred
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'Til he bled
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'Til he bled
[Verse 3]
Em
Well then you should have been by
Am
To see how Fred did scream and cry
Em
He had to go go to bed
His leg was very sore and red
Am
The doctor came and shook his head
Am
Fred
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Fred
Am
Fred
C
He was dead
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He was dead
C
He was dead
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He was dead
[Outro]
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Dead
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Dead
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Dead
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Fred Was Dead
