Biografia:
Rolf Harris, (born 30 March 1930), is an Australian/British musician, singer, composer, painter, television host, and convicted paedophile.
Biography
Named after Rolf Boldrewood, an Australian writer his mother admired, he was born in Bassendean, a suburb of Perth, Western Australia, Australia, to Cromwell ("Crom") Harris and Agnes Margaret Harris (née Robbins) who had both emigrated from Cardiff, Wales. He is the nephew of Australian artist Pixie O'Harris, (1903-1991), i.e. Rhona Olive Pratt, née Harris.
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Each had a wooden horse
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Gaily they played each summer's day
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Warriors both of course
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One little chap then had a mishap
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Broke off his horse's head
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Wept for his toy then cried with joy
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As his young playmate said
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Did you think I would leave you crying
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When there's room on my horse for two
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Climb up here Jack and don't be crying
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I can go just as fast with two
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When we grow up we'll both be soldiers
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And our horses will not be toys
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And I wonder if we'll remember
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When we were two little boys
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Long years had passed, war came so fast
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Bravely they marched away
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Cannon roared loud, and in the mad crowd
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Wounded and dying lay
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Up goes a shout, a horse dashes out
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Out from the ranks so blue
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Gallops away to where Joe lay
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Then came a voice he knew
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Did you think I would leave you dying
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When there's room on my horse for two
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Climb up here Joe, we'll soon be flying
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I can go just as fast with two
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Did you say Joe I'm all a-tremble
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Perhaps it's the battle's noise
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But I think it's that I remember
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When we were two little boys
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Do you think I would leave you dying
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There's room on my horse for two
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Climb up here Joe, we'll soon by flying
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Back to the ranks so blue
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Can you feel Joe I'm all a tremble
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Perhaps it's the battle's noise
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But I think it's that I remember
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