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I'm in a nice bit of trouble, I confess; |
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Somebody with me has had a game. |
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I should by now be a proud and happy bride, |
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But I've still got to keep my single name. |
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I was proposed to by Obadiah Binks |
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In a very gentlemanly way; |
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Lent him all my money |
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So that he could buy a home, |
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And punctually at twelve o'clock to-day- |
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Chorus: |
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There was I, waiting at the church, |
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Waiting at the church, waiting at the church; |
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When I found he'd left me in the lurch. |
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Lor, how it did upset me! |
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All at once, he sent me round a note |
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Here's the very note, this is what he wrote: |
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"Can't get away to marry you today, |
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My wife, won't let me!" |
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Lor, what a fuss Obadiah made of me |
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When he used to take me in the park! |
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He used to squeeze me till I was black and blue, |
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When he kissed me he used to leave a mark. |
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Each time he met me he treated me to port, |
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Took me now and then to see the play; |
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Understand me rightly, |
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When I say he treated me, |
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It wasn't him but me that used to pay. |
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Just think how disappointed I must feel, |
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I'll be off me crumpet very soon. |
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I've lost my husband - the one I never had! |
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And I dreamed so about the honeymoon. |
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I'm looking out for another Obadiah, |
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I've already bought the wedding ring, |
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There's all my little fal-the-riddles |
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Packed up in my box |
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Yes, absolutely two of ev'rything |
